Just a smol oneshot because I miss him?

34: "This is all your fault."
40: "I hate you!"
"No you don’t."

"Sherlock?" You called out, looking through the door.

"(Y/N)!" John engulfed you in a warm hug. "Thank you for agreeing to stay here today."

"No problem at all, John," you smiled at your friend. "Don't worry about him. I'm here."

He nodded, smiling, "thank you!"

Thus, John had gone, leaving you to look after (babysit) Mr Sherlock Holmes.

You walked into the shared apartment of your friends and noticed Sherlock immediately. The tall detective sat on the floor, hunched over and his curls obstructed his face from view.

He looked like a mess.

"Sherlock?" You gently whispered, resting your hand on his shoulder.

Said man jumped up in alarm, nearly knocking you down. He stared at you with wide eyes. "You!"

"Yes, me?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Babysitting," you sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to his.

He eyed you warily. Then, suddenly he stood leaning towards you, his face barely centimetres away.

You bit back a shriek, "Sherlock! What-"

He leaned even closer, you could see his eyelashes clearly. "Shh. I'm trying to figure out if you're really here right now or not."

Your face burnt and your chest was about to explode.

"I am 75% sure that you're not real. My brain keeps drawing up pictures and scenarios with you in it. I cannot sleep and I cannot eat and I cannot think!"

"Um.. Sherlock, why don't you sit down?"

He grabbed your shoulders, "You are a pest invading my thoughts! So you're not real."

You snorted, "Sherlock, are you drunk?"

"No, I am not. But whenever I see you, it feels as if I have inhaled some drug. Everything freezes and my heart beats wildly. I tried talking to John. I thought it was a disease but he has asked me to talk to you."

His forehead was almost brushing yours now, "Sherlock, no-"

"This is all your fault! I cannot focus anymore. Help me."

"I-I don't know what to do," you whispered, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Please," he pleaded.

You could barely breathe now. Mustering up all your courage, you looked him in the eyes. "How?"

"I don't know!" He sighed, exasperated.

He had pulled back and you were severely regretting the fact that you hadn't kissed-

"I think you have feelings for me, Sherlock."

"Negative sentiments? No. No, I don't-"

"I think you like me," you mumbled, rising from the sofa and standing in front of him.

"Perhaps?"

You shrugged.

"I don't think that's the case, though! I think I am diseased-"

This was proving to be impossible. "God-"

"You are a pest of my brain."

"I hate you," you muttered, turning away.

"No you don't," Sherlock had grabbed your hands, and he brought them to his lips. "If my deduction is correct, I'd say you are as diseased as I am."

You hesitantly looked at him, "What-"

"I think we're supposed to kiss now? As we've made it clear that we are interested in one another."

You rolled your eyes, "Did you read that somewhere?"

"Obviously did my research. John told me I had this disease called 'love for (Y/N)'. So I naturally did my research and concluded that I must kiss you now."

You snorted, "Okay."

He gently cupped your face and captured your lips in a gentle but intimate kiss.

Sherlock Holmes was truly captivating.

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A/N: This is very short and just dialogue bUT HOPE U LIKED IT!!

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