It's night time. It had been 5 hours since John left. Sherlock was starting to get worried.
Sherlock was pacing back and forth as his heart was racing and fast breathing. "God this is very human of me. I don't like it." Sherlock growled under his breath.
He had never felt like this before. Why was he feeling this way? Did he have feelings for his blogger? What's this feeling called? Was it maybe... love?
Sherlock deleted these thoughts running through his head and stopped pacing and sat in his armchair, closing his eyes and went to his mind palace.
About 5 minutes later, Sherlock opened his eyes and heard the door open and heard a moaning noise. "Uhhhhhhgggh". It was John. He came back.
"Sh-Sh-Sher-Sher-Sherlllooockk! Woah shit! Sher-Sherlock are you there?! Woah woops!" John said, slurring his words and stumbling to try and get up the stairs.
As John finally got up the stairs, Sherlock saw him walking weirdly through the door and he had a bottle in his hand.
He was drunk.
"Sh-Sherlooock please!" Begged John, as he tripped and fell to the floor.
"John! Come on John get up. Stand up." John lazily stood up. "Your drunk. Let's get you to bed. Sherlock said. "I-I d-d-dont w-want to Sherlocckkk, I don't wanna!" John whining like a 5 year old. Sherlock put John's arm around the back of his neck and picked up John and carried him in to his room.
Sherlock then put John onto his bed. "You just lay there and get some sleep." "B-But I'm n-not tiiirrred. John whined. "John, you need to sleep this off." Demanded Sherlock.
As Sherlock was about to leave, John quickly pulled on his purple sleeve. "N-No no please Sher-Sherlock p-please. P-P-Please stay with me... I need you."
Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed and stayed with John. It was awkwardly silence at first, but then John broke the silence.
"Sh-Sher-Sherlock... there's ss-something I-I-I h-h-have to t-tell you" John said, groggily.
"What is it?" Sherlock said.
John pulled Sherlock closer to him, grapping the collars of his purple shirt, until their foreheads touched eachother. He whispered to his ear.
"I... I love you."
Sherlock was surprised when he heard those. He to have feelings for John... his army doctor... His blogger.
"I l-love you, Sh-Sherlock Holmes. I a-always h-have, e-ever since w-we first met." John said still stuttering over his words with affection.
Sherlock deduced him.
Pupils dilated. Face turning bright pink red. Elevated pulse. Fast heart beating.
It was true. He loved him.
While Sherlock was deducing, John pulled Sherlock into a long affectionate kiss. Sherlock held back at first, but then he kissed him back.
After that long hard crushing kiss, they needed some air, breathing really fast.
Sherlock's face was turning a bright red and his pupils dilated. Never in a million years he thought this would happened.
"I love you to, John Watson... I love you to." Sherlock said, while catching his breath.
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's not the best, but I tried. I'll update the 3rd chapter soon! And don't forget to comment and vote! See ya later (:

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Sherlock Holmes, The Man I Love. (A JohnLock FanFic)
FanficJohn has feelings for Sherlock, but he doesn't know to tell him or if he feels the same way. Will Sherlock reject him? Or will he claim him as his? This is my first johnlock fanfic, so I hope you like it (: