A/N: honestly i have no idea where this fanfic is going but... *shrugs* let's see
(please don't hesitate to call me out on my mistakes/typos)

Long nights,

Now you were gone and I was in the middle of London with no fucking idea where exactly that was. That didn't stop me from liking you though.

I wasn't ready to go home yet so I walked alone along the streets. With only you on my mind.
I was thinking about your leather jacket. Your lips, your eyes. Our kiss. The fact that you knew my name - How did you? And why? Were we in the same school? Did I give you some other hint without realizing?

You have left your phone number on my hand. I remembered your touch. Your bigger hands grabbing mine, your taller body leaning down to mine. Your rougher lips meeting mine.
I was so in love with you. I didn't stand a fucking chance against your charm. Sherlock Holmes...

It was two thirty AM when I finally decided to go home.

daydreams,

I woke up and immediately thought of you. I looked at my hand. I have already saved your number in my phone. But as soon as I have gotten home I have scribbled it down as well. And no, I didn't stare at the numbers on my hand last night until I mesmerized them.

I wished I wouldn't have to wash my hands, so your handwriting could be on me forever.
I hated brushing my teeth, because it felt like I was washing your kiss away. That damn sweet rough kiss.

Dear God help me, I am so gay for this Sherlock-guy.

All day I was thinking about what to text you. If to text you. When to text you. Was it too early? But if I didn't text soon maybe you'd forget all about me and have the next boy standing in the line. Or girl. You could be bi, or pan, or whatever else there is. I wanted to know that. I wanted to know your hobbies, your music taste (other than Green Day obviously), your friends. Gosh, I wanted to know everything about you. Every single thing.
I grabbed my phone and started typing:

'Hey Sherlock! it's me the boy from last night😏 let's go out on a date 😉'

Nope. I deleted everything. Definitely too ballsy.

'Hi Sherlock. I don't even know if you remember me... 🙈but I met you at the concert last night. It was so nice and I already miss you 🥺 Maybe we could meet again, please?🙂'

I read that again. Cringed - definitely too needy; and what's up with those emojis?! - and deleted everything. Except the 'Hi Sherlock' part.
After a few seconds I deleted the 'Sherlock'.
And then the 'Hi'.

Blank space.

Uggghhhh! What does a boy like me text a guy like you?
My mind drifted off. A guy like you... tall, strong but not big. Mysterious but courageous. Gosh those eyes. They were so beautiful. Those liiiiipppsss. And they were on miiiiinne... you must have liked me! Otherwise you wouldn't just have kissed me, right? Or did you kiss every boy that you just met?!

All day I thought about you. All day I tried texting you but couldn't find the right words.
I replayed the scene at the car. You being all frustrated and dropping down. That neck. You turning towards me and suddenly your lips on mine.

By the time it was evening I was a mental wreck. Laying on my bed, I grabbed my phone and stared at your number for the millionth time. You said 'Call me', right?

It can't be that hard - just gotta hit the button. My fingers did. But I was immediately freaking out: I didn't know what to say, I haven't thought about what to say!
I quickly hung up.

I took a few minutes to figure what I would ask you.
'Hey Sherlock. It's me John Watson - we met last night at the concert.'
Then I'd see how the conversation was going and then I'd ask you out on a date. Easy.
'I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?'

Easy. Easy-cheesy. Easy-cheesy-lemon-squeezy.

I hit the button again. My heart was hammering against my chest.

"Yes?", your voice was deep and smooth, transforming the last bit of my confidence into babbling mush:
"Hey Shelrock, me, Gin Wazon. Date?"
I stumbled over my own thoughts and resulting out of that - over my own words. Damnit. I buried my face into my pillows.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Uh.. I, ehm. It's me! John! John Watson."

"The John Watson from last night?"

"Yes. That one."

"Whom I kissed?"

Gooosh, if your goal was to mutate my face into a tomato you were being successful.

"Uhm, yeah..."

"That was nice", You stated.

My heart was pumping so fast I thought it was gonna jump out of my chest.
"Nice?! Are you kidding me?! It was amazing!!!", I exclaimed way too excitedly.

You chuckled. I liked - no loved - your voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that first, what did you ask me earlier?", you said with a mocking undertone. You were smiling. I could hear that.

"I, uh, do you... I was wondering..." I took a deep breath. Relax, John, you can do it. He showed you his interest already. Just ask.

But before I could ask you out, you interrupted me: "John Watson." - I didn't know one could say my name this sexy - "Were you asking me if I wanna go on a ..."

"Date! Go on a date with me?! Yes. Yes, I was."
I quickly finished, eager to impress you. I took in a sharp breathe.
"Sherlock Holmes, would you like to go on a date with me, John Watson?", I finally asked in an acceptable manner.

"Yes, John Watson. I - Sherlock Holmes - would very much enjoy that.", a grin in your voice.

"Oh thank god, that's great. How about we-"

"I already planned everything. I will text you further information."

"How- why-?! You already planned it? Before I even asked you out?!"

"I already knew you would."

"How on earth would you know that?!"

You just chuckled. "See you soon, John Watson."

Sugar and smoke rings,

So here we were, on our first date and it was amazing. You wanted to surprise me and so we met at the the Regent's park and had a fucking picnic. Like, a picnic. You didn't seem like the person who'd go on a picnic. Well, you didn't really eat anything anyways. Except strawberries. You brought sandwiches with veggies and crackers and chocolate and orange juice. And strawberries. They were delicious. However I didn't really get to eat any, 'cause the whole time I ate all this food, you only ate strawberries. You left two for me - I could tell how difficult that was for you. So you lit your cigarette and blew smoke rings.

I've been a fool

My jaw dropped: "You can make SMOKE RINGS?"
You looked at me from the side and smirked. "'Course I can, it's not that hard. Here- I'll show you the science of it." You did some weird things with your tongue and lips and I couldn't help but stare.

That's when you stopped and suddenly leaned down very close to my face. Still apart but close enough for me to lose my mind about it.

You said quietly: "Please say I can kiss you now, because that look on your face makes me wanna do that very much so."

"You- You can. Yes.", I am almost relieved you just did right then because I would have added a way too needy 'please'.

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

You kissing me was different this time. We were further apart - our upper bodies leaning in while we both sat a foot apart with our legs crossed. Your lips were perfect and your tongue was tracing mine and then my teeth. It started dancing with mine. It was so gentle so soft sooo... sweet.
And RIGHT on the edge of escalating. Right on the edge of having a full on making out session. Here. In this park, with all those people around us. On the picnic blanket. But we behaved, we kept it sweet and almost innocent.

You tasted like last time. Sweet and bitter. But now I could tell why you tasted like this. Strawberries and cigarettes. You tasted like strawberries and cigarettes and it was delicious. Who knew that could be a thing?

Too soon the kiss was over. You pulled away but I felt myself still leaning in, my eyes still closed, my lips still slightly parted... Your kisses made me high.
You laughed: "Wake up, dream boy. I know I am amazing, you don't have to practically scream it with your whole body language."

I came back to reality, slowly shaking my head. I realized how ridiculous I must have looked and felt my cheeks competing with the strawberries.

We kept talking and laughing. You kept making flirty comments and your looks were rather suggestive. My body felt weirdly hot. It wasn't the weather though...

We hung out all day and when we finally parted, I went home in the dark. I felt as light as a straw - I was that happy. Hopelessly in love with you. I was hopping along like a little kid. My smile was huge thinking of you. It actually hurt my cheeks smiling ever since I saw you that day. I remember being deep in thoughts of your lips as I crossed a road and- breaks screeched-

Headlights, on me

A car directly in front of me. Only inches away.

Racing to 60, I've been a fool

My love for you had gotten me so distracted I almost got myself killed.

But-

-after a few minutes catching my breath in the safety of the grass off the road, I soon forgot about this incident.
It should have been a warning. I, however, dismissed it, because I was thinking about those

-strawberries and cigarettes-

-kisses that-

-always taste like

-perfection. Your kisses are perfection and breathtaking but looking into your-

Blue eyes,

-afterwards makes me forget what breathing even is.
These piercing blue eyes... getting me distracted when you talk with excitement, sending me onto cloud seven. Sending me to heaven.

And the-

black jeans

-you wore were so... just so goood. Tight but not too tight. Casual but not too casual. Dangerous but alluring. Making sure to point out what you were: A bad boy with taste.

Lighters and candy,

Your long skilful fingers holding a lighter. I normally hated smokers but your whole being was too intriguing.
You created risk-filled atmospheres, tasting like candy.

I've been a fool

-to fall for you. You are that type of guy that mothers warn their daughters about...

But-

-how can I resist you when-

-strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

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A/N i like this chapter... hopefully you do too!