Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

Horribly, Terribly Real

"Thank you."

"Make sure you...uh...don't get up, if you need anything just call." He said uncomfortably while standing up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, looking up at his face.

"My room. I thought you might like some quiet to help you sleep." He said.

"Oh...ok." I nodded.

He sighed and sat back down next to me.

"What are you doing...?" I inquired in confusion.

"Well...you obviously don't want me to leave nor are you sleepy. Sorry, I hadn't been quick enough to deduce that." He said, getting his phone out.

There was silence as he typed away on his phone.

"Sherlock?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He turned his head to look at me.

"Why did you...chase after me?" I asked, regretting it immediately.

"I didn't want you to go." He answered casually.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Because...it gets...lonely." He said.

"Are you usually lonely?" I inquired.

He looked at me coldly, before averting his attention back to his phone.

"Most of the time." He mumbled, under his breath, putting his phone down.

"Don't be afraid...to say you're lonely. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm lonely too." I said.

"I know there's nothing wrong with it." He said.

I blinked at him awkwardly.

"Remember when I used to tickle you." He said, randomly.

"Yea." I smiled.

"What about when I dressed you?" He asked me, with a small smile.

"That was embarrassing." I giggled, but it hurt my waist.

I placed my hand on my cut.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Only when I giggle." I said.

He nodded and sighed.

"I miss my parents." I sighed.

"Don't think too much about it. They're in a better place now." He said, taking my hand.

I swallowed deep in my throat and nodded.

"What happened to Mycroft?" I asked.

"He's busy. Practically the British government." He said.

"Oh..." I nodded, sounding less surprised than I should have been.

"Yes." He answered.

"Imagine...this was all a dream." I said.

He looked at me quietly.

I sat up, enduring the sting of pain and continued:

"Imagine I wake up and I'm in a hospital because I passed out, and we're still in high school...and mum and dad are...still alive...and..." I stopped and realized that it wasn't a dream.

Everything was real.

So horribly, terribly, real.

I looked at Sherlock, about to burst into tears.

He scanned my eyes quickly, as I was unable to comprehend.

He quickly leant in and placed his lips on my own, and as he did a tear had already slipped from my eye.

He pulled away and looked at me.

"Everything is gonna be okay." He wiped the tear away.

I nodded and stared at the ground.

"Everything is gonna be okay..." I said to myself, quietly.

"Yes...it is." He stroked my hair.

I lied down, resting my head on his lap, and he ran his finger through my hair as I shut my eyes.

When I felt his lips hover on my own again, I opened my eyes.

He was kissing me.

"Sorry." He said, staring down at me in embarrassment.

"I love you. So, it's okay." I said quietly.

"I...share the same feelings." He said.

"That's good..." I smiled slightly.

"Yes..." He mumbled, before continuing.