sherlock x reader

New Here.New Love

Looking up at the building 221B, you took in a deep breath and opened the door.The place had a homey feeling, an old lady came out of one of the rooms and laughed walking twards you.

"Oh, hello! Your ______, right?I'm Mrs.Hutson."She asked shaking your hand.You smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes."You said to her.She smiled again and showed you your flat, all of your stuff already in it.Once she left you looked around and smiled.The place was a bit dusty but otherwise nice.Upstairs you herd yelling, possibly two men.Mrs.Hudson told you about two detectives that lived above you.You sighed hoping they wouldn't be to loud.Your life was terrible as is.

Three months ago a man killed both your parents and brother.Being on your own with no family didn't help you.Not to mention your of two years boyfriend had just broken up with you.Being the sesative girl you are you fell into a depression.It started off as sleepless night, crying yourself to sleep, then drinking, worst of all cutting.

A knock on your door made you jump, you went to quickly open the door.A rather short man stood with both his hands behind his back.He was bickering with the man behind him.Your eyes wondered over to the man behind him, he was tall with black curly hair....nothing but a sheet on.A little tint went to your cheeks and your eyes instantly flicked to his face that was now staring right at you.His eyes were a color you couldn't explain, deep blue, with pale green, small hint of brown.Gorgeous.

His lips tugged into a smile and the smaller man turned around to look at you.You looked at him a smile on your face.

"Um, hello we're your neighbors, I'm John, and this is Sherlock."He gestured to the tall man behind him.

"____."You said your eyes flicking back and forth between the men.

"Would you like to join us for tea?"He asked flashing you a sweet smile.You once again smiled and nodded.John showed you upstairs behind you Sherlock tried to grasp the sheet so he wouldn't fall from walking up the stairs.John opened the door to his home and invited you in, he said you could sit on the couch, which you did.You sat down and pulled your long sleeves down more to hide the scars.

"Cold?"A rich deep voice rang through the room.John chatted to himself in the kitchen as he made the tea.You looked to the doorway where Sherlock stood holding his sheet around him.You looked at the coffee table in front of you and shook your head no.

You could feel those beautiful eyes on you.Sherlock's deep rumble laugh echoed threw your ears.The sound of his sheet rustling and his footsteps indicated he was walking twards you.He sat in the couch close to you.

"Thank you."Was all he said.You looked over at him confused.He smirked and blinked at you a cupple times.You were still confused.Sherlock opened his mouth to explain but john came into the room and explained he needed to go to the store and that he was sorry.You smiled and nodded.

"Sherlock, don't do anything stupid."John demanded leaving.You sat in silence occasionally glancing at the tall man sitting next to you.Him on the other hand stared at you intensely, the only movement he made was his eyes that would squint or look over you entirely.Finally  he spoke up.

"You've had some troubling times these past months " He said his deep voice making your eyes widened slightly.You turned your head to him mouth open.

"How...-"

"Well for one the way you dress, shirt sloppily picked out with the rest of your cloths, hair hardly taken care of, not hardly a trace of make up, either means you're confident but not likely considering the fact you slouch and pull your sleeves down showing you're actually shy, sleeves, long to be exact you constantly are pulling them down hinting you are nervous,shy or...depressed.You are definitely depressed, considering how much you smile, obviously fake.Your phone old not to mention the scratches on the charger outlet, achohal, bags under those pretty eyes indicate that you have little sleep and most likely you cry a lot, when we knocked on your door you had your sleeves rolled up giving me the chance to glance at the scars, You've had depression for a few moths or so, greaving over your parents and brothers death,locket with love from mom, dad and, sam, boyfriend broke up with you seeing the bracelet you could obviously afford better so he left you.Correct?"He asked.You sat dumbfounded, tears pricked your eyes.You turned away from him and nodded pressing the back of your hand against your mouth to keep in any sounds you we're going to make.Tears fell freely from your eyes, sniffles and stifled sobs escaped you.