Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

Ghosts

"I do hate you and I'm not lying!" I said staring at him.

"No you don't." He said staring back at me.

At that moment there was a thump and a glass ornament fell and broke by itself.

"What the hell..." I stared down at it.

"Must have just been a draft..." Sherlock said trying to look unaffected by what had happened.

"Sherlock it wasn't a draft!" I said a bit frightened.

"Hush!" He said to me and we heard another ornament fall.

"Sherlock..." I whispered. I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"What?" He said whispering back.

"Get your bloody hand off my back!" I whispered loudly.

"What are you talking about my hands are right here!" He whispered back showing me his hands.

"Then who is..." I turned around and there was nothing there.

"It's just your imagination..." He said worriedly.

"No...I felt a hand I swear!" I said back.

"Well it can't be ghosts!" He said back.

"Why not?" I said thinking about it.

"Because they aren't real." He said glancing around.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"It's not possible!" He put both his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

Another ornament fell and broke.

"It doesn't matter it's still creepy!" I said trying not to stare into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you..." He mumbled under his breath quickly, but not quick enough for me not to hear.

"Sherlock--" I was starting to question him when I was suddenly interrupted by, yet another ornament.

"This place isn't haunted because ghosts aren't real..." He said, glancing around the room.

"Oh my..." I sighed in frustration, but I was comfy at least, in Sherlock's hoodie.

Then the lights went out.

"Sherlock!" I said a bit too loudly, I couldn't control my fear, and it only got worse when more ornaments fell over and broke.

"Y/N, calm down...I'm here." He said, and I felt something hold me tightly from behind.

"SHERLOCK!! THE GHOST GOT ME I'M GONNA DIE! NOOO!!!" I screamed.

"Shhhh! It's me!" I heard him say his voice vibrating my heart.

"Oh." I said feeling relief take over my fear, quite quickly. I felt so safe.

After a moment the noise stopped and Sherlock took my hand.

"Don't." I said pulling it away.

"What's wrong?" He asked confused.

"I can handle myself..." I said embarrassed, because we both know I was screaming for him a second ago.

"Really?" He said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Y-Yes." I said puffing up my chest.

He let go if my hand and I think he was looking for a switch when something else toppled over and I ran up and took his hand.

"Back?" He said still walking around while holding my hand.

"I just tripped over the rug is all..." I said.

"Oh, then I should probably let go..." He said.

"No!" I interrupted gripping his hand tighter.

I swore I heard him chuckle.

"Ghosts aren't real, Y/N." He said.

"Well I believe in them..." I said back.

"No you don't. It's just an excuse for everyone who wants a dead person back. Which won't be happening anytime soon. Because your real mother is in fact dead and there is nothing you can do or believe that will bring her back--" He stopped and tried to look at me.

I had tried so hard to hide it while he was talking but at the mention if my mother, I couldn't hold it in. Plus you can't really hide anything from him.

"Y/N...I'm sorry...forgive me." He said apologetically.

"Don't worry about me..." I giggled sniffling and wiping my tears away.

"Y/N..." I heard him say softly.

"For real. It's not your fault it's just my mum came to mind and, boom, emotional outbursts. Stupid right?" I said trying to act tough, but the tears wouldn't stop.

Sherlock pulled my closer into his chest and hugged me, and I snuggled into his chest and cried for a long time.

After a long time he finally spoke. I wasn't crying but my face was still awkwardly in there. I couldn't help it he was very comforting.

"Better?" He asked rubbing my back.

"Yea, thanks." I sniffed.

"That's what...umm...what am I to you?" He asked, confusion in his voice.

"Friends." I said with a smile.

"Friends..." He repeated my words quietly before letting go if me to find a way out.