Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

Y/N's POV:

I was walking in a very long and eerie corridor upstairs, when I had just realized I was lost.

I continued my way down hesitantly, maybe there was a door on the other side of the corridor. It also felt chilly.

"Y/N?" I heard a voice call out from behind me and I turned around to see Sherlock.

"Thank god your here." I sighed in relief.

"Y/N, I'm lost too don't get your hopes up." He said with a worried look.

"Dammit!" I bit my bottom lip, frustrated.

"I'm sure we won't be lost for too long, don't worry, someone will come for us if we are gone too long." He said assuring me.

"Yea...let's check out some of the rooms while we are at it." I said before opening a door and looking around the room.

It was filled with lots of antiques and fancy old fashioned furniture.

"Wait!" He said running up behind me.

"What?" I asked turning to look at him.

"Don't go too far without me." He said sternly,staring into my soul with his grey-blue eyes.

"Whatever..." I said looking down embarrassed at the effect his eyes had on me every time he looked at me.

"I mean it." He said still looking at me.

"Okay,alright." I said putting my hands up in the air, as if surrendering.

"Good." He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards the door.

I saw as he tried to open it but the doorknob wouldn't budge.

"What happened?" I asked.

"It's...locked." He said twisting the doorknob roughly.

"What?!" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll break it down. Stay back." He said letting go of my wrist.

"Okay." I backed away and glanced at the room. It was chillier than the corridor.

Sherlock jumped a bit as a preparation for kicking it down, and when he did, it didn't work.

"For gods sake!" He yelled in frustration, before attempting six other times. Unfortunately those attempts were all failures as well.

"Y/N..." He said panting.

"What?" I asked.

"We have to wait for someone." He said disappointed in himself. He sounded adorable when he was disappointed.

"It's okay...thanks for trying at least." I said with an assuring smile when I was actually in fact pissed off at the inconvenient temperature of this room.

"Yea...here." He gave me his hoodie.

"Oh, thanks..." I took it and put it on the wrong way.

"Idiot." He took it off me and helped me into it.

"I'm not an idiot!" I pouted.

"You put the hoodie on the wrong way, what else am I supposed to describe you as?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know...just not an insult!" I said.

"I couldn't resist." He said smirking.

"I hate you, but your hoodie is really comfy." I punched his arm lightly and giggled.

"I know." He said still smirking.

"About both the hoodie and me hating you?" I asked.

"No. Just the hoodie,and the fact that your a really bad at lies." He said.