"John, wake up!" I call startled. He is lying next to me in bed. He wears clothes and lays upon the sheet. Why he is here? I cannot remember anything of yesterday night.

"John!" I shout again. He groans. He turns around quietly without opening his eyes.

"Yeah?" He asks. He's too lazy to look at my in the eyes or to sit up straight.

"What happened yesterday?" I shake him up, but rapidly he sees through it is important.

"Sorry, Sherlock." He sits in front of me and holds my hands. His chest is going up and down.

What's up, John? It seems it is important.

His warm hands hold my cold, anxious hands.

"You must ask Molly." He says. His quiet voice is transferred to a voice, which doesn't want to say anything. "I drank too much. I cannot remember anything." He releases my hands and looks away.

"You know it, John." I insist. I know he wasn't drunk. I am sure.

"Can you remember what you said to me yesterday?" He comes closer to me and I can hear his heart is pounding.

"I've asked you something?" I reflect, but I can't remember anything. Just a few things I know. "Mycroft was here to talk about a case. And we... We were here." I point out the bed, and the place where we were enjoying each other. "We aren't fall asleep that moment? I wasn't tired. And everyone was still partying."

"You're right. But we weren't fall asleep here." He shakes his head.

John, just say what happened.

"What then?"

"Ask rather what didn't happen." He says disappointed.

"Not?" I ask for confirmation.

"It's disappointing for you, actually. Not for me. But you can't remember it. So let's drop it."

"John, whatever happened, everyone who was here, knows about it. They will speak to me about it." I don't want to look at John's eyes, because he's hiding something for me. He's disappointed because of me, or not?

"We were going to divulge our love." He begins. His eyes are flooding. I didn't know this issue was that hard for him. I nod. "Well, I isn't happened. And it's all the fault of..." He stops talking and he swallows.

"Who, John? I'm going to fight him." I say to support him. I've never fought in my entire life. I'm pretty sure it will never happen.

"Her."

"Her?" I don't have any clue where he's talking about.

"Molly. She has..."

Molly? Such a thing Molly would never do. But what did she do exactly?

John is afraid. He reflects and sighs. Again he holds my hands and his hands are trembling this time. His chest is going up and down rapidly. Our knees touch each other and our eyes rest on our hands.

"She let you drink alcohol. A lot."

"Alcohol? Something I would surely never accept?"

"I have something for you. Alcohol-free. Delicious." He imitates Molly. I have to laugh because of his imitation, but I try to supplant. He is concerned.

"I understand you care about it, but nothing happened. Right?"

"It's right. Our love is still unknown and you ask me... to marry you."

"I understand. I'll never ask you again to marry me." I respond jokingly. John looks disappointed. I try to make it good rapidly, because he finds this situation anything but funny. "John, together we can manage it."

I lean forwards to kiss him. I put my lips on his sweet lips. His heart is pounding really fast and his hands start sweating. For this kiss I try to be as least as possible a bungler. I lay my hand on his knee and the other I pull around his body. He was petrified, but now he enjoys it to the fullest. I feel his smile is burning on my lips. Which makes me laugh right away. "I love you." I whisper lovingly. "I do more." He whispers more lovingly than I do. "I adore you." I say in his ear. "I do more."

***

With wild hair I walk out of the room. I can't remember me anymore I felt asleep again. In that short time Sherlock ran away and is gone now. I look around, but he isn't in the kitchen our in the living room. It's nine thirty. When Sherlock waked me up this morning it was 7 o'clock. Falling asleep that rapid, is impossible, I think.

"Sherlock?" I shout to be sure. I only here cars are passing the street, but otherwise it's quiet.

"What's up?" I turn around and see Mrs. Hudson.

"Where's Sherlock?" I ask. She nods understandingly.

"He is... Sorry, I can't say anything. I cannot say it." Immediately she walks back downstairs and I wait for Sherlock. I walk about the entire house, searching for a letter from Sherlock. Maybe on that letter is written where he is and when he comes back. I think there isn't. I soon get the idea to send him a message.

[9:44am] Where are you? I miss you. –JW

[9:44am] I'm waiting for you. –JW

Hopelessly I continue sending messages, but I know he will not answer. He left this house, it has to be something important. He only breaks through his agoraphobia because of me or something more important.

[9:59am] Patience, John Watson. –SH

I am startled. It lasted 15 minutes before he answered. That long time I looked around and waited.

[10:00am] Where are you? I want to see you. –JW

[10:02am] I am seeing you. –SH

[10:02am] How? –JW

[10:03am] Walk to the living room and look at the bookcase. At the top in the right corner there is a camera. –SH

I stand up and do what he says. He spies on me?

[10:05am] OK. But I see nothing. –JW

[10:05am] Closer. –SH

"Boo." Sherlock holloes. While I was at ease inspecting the bookcase, he came jumped out of the doorway. My heart goes wild.

"Never do that again, Holmes!" I react rapidly, but I am secretly happy about this. This proves our eternal love. My entire life he will joking with me, so I need to be used to it. "Where were you?" I ask to let him explain this.

"I wanted to make a delicious breakfast... order. I didn't know I had to pick it up by myself and I was here, waiting for it. Finally I went to get it, but it was terrible. I-" I stop his words and embrace him. I kiss him softly and he sighs of relief. "Thank you, John."

"Thank you, Sherlock." I mean. I look at the back he's holding in his hands. "Time for breakfast."

Together we set the table and together we place the vase on the table. It has become our morning routine. Now and then Sherlock comes to me to embrace me. I always enjoy it and his perfume strengthens the romance. Sherlock is the most perfect boyfriend to be together with and enjoy. He knows how he handle a relationship and that's why I adore him so much. Nobody loves him more than I do.

[10:22] Bon appetite. –SH

[10:22] Bon appetite. –JW

We burst out laughing both. While we are laughing we look each other in the eyes. If he laughs his eyes are gleaming fantastically. I drown in his eyes.

[10:24am] How about a real conversation? –JW

"Seems fine." Sherlock confirms.

"For me too. I'm so glad you left the house for me again." I find it's still annoying I am not next to him. I want to hold his hands or share our food.

"I will do everything for you. But don't make a habit of it. This is once. To prove my love." I give up the long distance and I sit next to him.

"No no. I want the real Sherlock. He pushes his chair closer to me and takes my hand.

"How is the real Sherlock, Watson?" He asks with a sexy voice.

"He is... handsome, untaught, panic, cute, romantic, sweet and sometimes a bit crazy."

"What? The word 'panic' is between all the words, so I wouldn't know. I'm not stupid, Watson." He laughs.

"I said 'crazy' and you didn't see through." I respond laughing. His both hands are laying on my hand. He turn around and look at me straight in the eyes. He winks.

"I can only say one thing. You. Are. Perfect." He leans forwards and kisses me lovingly on the mouth.

"I forgot one word. Best kisser in the world." His laugh is contagious and I pull him to me. "Never leave me again."

***

"What are you doing, Sherlock?" Sherlock strolls through the room. Again and again. He is looking for something.

"Patience, John Watson."

"Do not start again with that, Ok." I sigh, thinking about this morning and his messages. I try to stop him to get in the way, but he keeps walking.

"John, you annoy me." Sherlock doesn't give up and search for something in the bookcase. Every book he sees he opens and then he lays it on the side. The house is a dump.

"This books annoy me."

"You're the only irritation, up to now." He says seriously. Startled because of his words I walk to the kitchen. I know this is a normal Sherlock reaction, but I think it's still hard to handle it and accept. Probably Sherlock is busy with something important.

While I drink tea, I hear the door slams. Sherlock's gone. Angrily I walk to the living room. It's a real mess.

[03:15pm] What are you up to? –JW

[03:17pm] What's the utility of this question? You know I'm not going to answer it. –SH

[03:18pm] Then take at least the effort to answer. -JW

[03:19pm] I give you a clue: you. –SH

[03:20pm] Me? Please say, you do not arrange a wedding, because in this behaviour I don't enjoy you. –JW

[03:20pm] Thanks for this criticism by message. I appreciate very much. –SH

[03:22pm] The only thing I want is that you come back soon. –JW

[03:22pm] Exactly ten minutes ago I left the house. You are very worried... or in love. –SH

I throw the phone in the seat and sigh. Sherlock is hard to understand. But while he is a real gentleman. He left the house again, for me. I thought it wasn't getting a habit.

After half an hour I'm tired of this stuff and being alone. I'm starting to get worried very much.

[03:54pm] Where are you? –JW

[03:56pm] I walk peacefully on the shores. I see peacefully birds are flying. Everyone greets me peacefully. Sorry, John, that's not anything you should expect from me. I'm within half an hour at home. –SH

[03:57pm] If I'm still alive... -SH

I really hate Sherlock in this situations. He is really unpredictable and I have to guess what he does. I cannot save him, when he needs to.

I start to clean a bit, so I forget him. But every time I take book, I think about him. He's up to something and I don't have any clue what he is going to do.

I walk to his room and I look at his accommodations. There's nothing obvious in his room. Our room. Yes, it's our room. I smell his pillow and I lay on his... Our bed. This bed is amazing, and above all I share it with the sweetest man in the world.