"If anyone cares, I'm not actually gay!" exclaimed John, already feeling the guilt as he got the feeling Sherlock heard. He wanted to be with him so much, but he knew Sherlock wouldn't feel the same way, or rather, he thought he wouldn't.
John had never felt as strongly towards someone as he did Sherlock, he was happy around him, it made him feel alive again when he was with Sherlock. The anger he had at him, it was turning into love, hell, it already was love from the day after they met.
John was in love with Sherlock and Sherlock was in love with John, the only thing stopping them from being together was doubt. The doubt they shared. The doubt that they would never be together.
John turned around, he realised he had said that to no one, feeling awkward and mad, he walked on down the street, wondering why he had randomly said what he'd said.
"Hello John, I've been expecting you" this cliche line came from none other than Sherlock. He was completely naked.
"Sherlock, I-"
"Shhh, John, get undressed, and leave your clothes as if you magically disappeared into thin air" said Sherlock hurriedly.
"Why, exactly…?" John was understandably confused. He had just said something without knowing to no one and now this? What was going on, was it all a dream?
"Come on John, you got my text."
"Wha-" John checked his phone, the latest text was from Sherlock, another from Lestrade, but one from someone else, he couldn't read the name for some reason, he tried, but he couldn't.
"Sherlock, can you read this name? I don't seem to be able to"
"John, there's a reason for that, I already told you too, you're forgetting. Forgetting everything. Just hurry up and read the text from me" Sherlock was getting anxious.
John opened up his texts from Sherlock and read them to himself.
Remember, bring milk and meet me where the wind blows where nobody knows, the text said.
"Sherlock, it says bring milk, I haven't got milk"
"John, yes, you do. You are the milk."
To be continued…..