Made For Each Other (A Sherlolly Story)

Chapter 4

Molly Hooper sighed with relief as the taxi pulled away from Baker Street leaving Sherlock Holmes behind in its wake, sometimes he could be so completely clueless towards anything involving feelings or emotion. The nerve of that man outstanded her, how dare he kiss her like that, and in front of all those people as well.

All those people, oh no!

Sherlock Holmes = Famous.

Famous = Paparazzi.

Paparazzi = magazines/newspapers.

Magazines/newspapers meant, her mother!

Her mother who is under the expectation they are dating. What on earth was she to do now? Molly collected her things and prepared herself as the taxi arrived outside her block of flats. Smiling what she hoped appeared a genuine and grateful smile Molly paid the driver and struggled her way up the stairs, bloomin' lifts didn't work did they? Upon reaching her door she located her key, opened the door, threw her bags on the sofa and was met by a ginger ball of fluff that went by the name Toby.

Oh, Toby god bless him was the best friend Molly could hope for, only just last week had she gone to a shelter for abandoned or lost cats with her friend, intending to help her make a choice and get out of there. Unfortunately Toby took one look at her and decided that she was to be his next owner, they appeared attached at the hip. Consequently Molly was the one who left with a cat that day and no her friend after all.

Returning back to the situation with Sherlock Molly made the executive decision that alcohol was most definitely required. Finding the bottle at the back of the cupboard, it was only for emergencies... honest, she poured a glass of red wine sank back into the sofa, sipped occasionally and began to ponder her situation. Suddenly her phone lit up with a message.

Mum:

Molly you and Sherlock are adorable, I must admit I had my doubts, why did you keep denying it? Just tell me, I'm so proud of you, I've shown all my friends!

[Image of them kissing attached]

Molly had to admit the picture of them did look lovely, if only it were real... No best not to get into that train of thought again. Dear old mum had shown all her friends, oh no, this meant they would have them as getting married by the end of the month! What was she to do? Would she have to introduce Sherlock and her mother, oh god that would be a disaster! Suddenly the doorbell went. Molly heaved herself up off the sofa; she was slightly tipsy after all and made her way to the door. Molly straightened up the best she could in her current state, pulled open the door and grimaced. This was the last thing she needed.