A British mystery

The house

" You wear a scarf? How lovely! I bet mines bigger!" Sherlock looked up from watching John, who was making futile attempts to reach sherlocks scarf. By this time the blue scarf had wedged itself in between the passenger side seat and the door. "I'll get it when we stop, no need to worry! What are you two young men doing following cars around? Great fun, yes, but why you?" The driver turned around for a few seconds to pose this question. Sherlock straightened up and replied. "I could ask why you are driving a taxi. You seem well off." Sherlocks eyes kept darting towards his scarf. The driver looked at them through the mirror. "Let's just say... Some things that shouldn't be here are here. And they like scarves like mine. Only mine, in fact !" With that the driver chuckled. "John exchanged a quick look with Sherlock. "Well boys, looks like the car stopped! I believe that's twenty dollars? " John handed over the money and followed Sherlock out of taxi, while Sherlock wrapped his scarf around his neck.
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As our car pulled into the drive way, the detectives taxi pulled up behind us. The main guy looked pissed. Niall seemed to have a little thing for the shorter one. Ｉpersonally thought that Sherlock looked cute... I think I might have to break things off with the sexy Latino gardener... "Hey! Louis! Get out of the car!" Liam snapped me out of my phase. At least two members [ＡＮ：ＨＥＨ ＨＥＨ］of one direction where straight!! John and Sherlock walked over to where we were standing. "Am this is the house, and I guess week be giving you a tour!" Niall bounced up the stairs after officially announcing the tour. Once the door was opened by Jarvis, our butler, he took our coats and I started the tour. "Off to your right is the sitting room, and to your left is a bathroom. If you continue down the hallway and take a sharp left,-" I was cut off by Sherlock. "Why don't you just show us the relevant places. Such as Harry's room, where he kept most of his stuff, and where he spent his time." I was a little taken aback at his bluntness, but Zayn seemed unaffected. He led the small party up the stairs to Harry's bedroom.
"Look all you want. His hair products are in the bathroom." Zayn stole a sideways look into Harry's closet, babes a pair of ray bans from a shelf, and walked out the door.
"Sorry about that. Um, do you need any tools?" I hoped he didn't need anything to weird like some urine samples or strands of hair. "No, just silence." Here Sherlock looked up. "You to, John." Huh. I thought John was like the assistant. "Want to see our rooms? Mines just down the hall. " Niall led John and Liam down the hall. "So, Sherlock, do you have any hobbies?" Seeing as we where the only ones left I thought I might start a conversation. "I play the violin. Will you excuse me for a moment?" I nodded my head and the room.
I walked down the hall to Niall's room, but as I walked past the stairs I herd sounds coming from the T.V room, so I assumed they where playing video games. I joined them.
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After Sherlock had finished looking through Harry's room, fridge section, and all of his other personal items, he announced that we where leaving. Liam and called a cab so it was here by the time we where ready to go. Sherlock kept looking at me weird the whole ride. When we got back, I decided to watch a reality show where the teenager gets pregnant, and she has to bring her kid to high school with her. When she was changing to diaper during history Sherlock sat down next to me and put his feet on the coffee table. "Why can't you ever watch something good?" Sherlock grabbed the remote and flipped to the discovery channel. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the wild baboon eating raw ticks." the T.V. host drawled on baboons and zoos and other stuff I could care less about. I mean, unless we get some baboon drama, I won't watch it again.