Synopsis: She fiddled with her phone on the table and considered calling Mary; breakups were her kind of thing. She was guaranteed a fun girls night, but Molly couldn't help wanting to be alone. Alone, but not lonely. Teen!Lolly Bar AU. Oneshot.
Not Lonely
Molly Hooper wiped away the silent tear tracking down her face. A bar was not the place to be crying. She ordered another beer. Her night had been terrible and she felt terrible. I should just go home, Molly thought, being surrounded by people isn't going to make me feel less alone. She fiddled with her phone on the wooden table and considered calling Mary; breakups were her kind of thing. She was guaranteed a fun girls night, but Molly couldn't help wanting to be alone. Alone but not lonely.
Molly was about to leave for her flat, her purse had already jumped into her hand, when she saw him approaching her. He was tall and despite being slender, Molly could tell he was hiding some muscle under that well tailored suit. Molly forgot to breathe out. He pulled out a stool next to her and ordered something she hadn't heard of before. He glanced at her, looked at her up and down, and then shook his head.
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend." he said shrugging off his coat jacket. Molly's head whipped around to face him. He looked even better close up; he was all angles. His curly, black hair was a tangled mess on his head, yet it still seemed to suit him.
"Excuse me?" Molly asked. How did he know? She surely wasn't that transparent.
"You've obviously just been broken up with." He took a sip of his drink, Molly noticed how attractive his hands were. He must play piano with those hands, some sort of instrument. "How did he drop it?"
Molly pushed the sleeves up of her green shirt. Did the temperature just rise? She opened her mouth to ask how he knew she didn't break up with him, but thought better of it. "His name was Rob. I had been with him for- gosh- five months. He told me that 'it is the end of the road for us,' quote unquote. I don't even know what I saw in him in the first place."
"What are you doing here then?" The stranger asked, hands wrapped around his glass.
"I was contemplating calling my best friend, but I stopped. I wanted to be alone." Molly realised how daft she sounded. She wanted to keep this stranger with her, however silly an idea that sounded, not lose him. She liked that he listened. Molly wondered when the filter on her mouth had developed faults. "I wanted to be alone, but not lonely."
The stranger was quiet, looking down at his empty glass. Molly didn't know if what she said had been the right thing to say. She didn't know why he was here. Molly tried looking in his eyes, but damn his curls, his black hair fringed his face and blocked her view. Molly tried to smile. "Are you alright? I'm sorry if I said something, I don't know where my filter is-"
"Thankyou." He interrupted. What? Molly thought, What could he possibly be thanking me for? "You didn't say anything wrong. What's your name?"
Molly shook her head. This stranger seemed a mystery to her. "Molly Hooper. You?"
"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock. Somehow, the name -despite being strange- fit him like a glove. Molly couldn't imagine him under any other name. Sherlock raised his glass. "Well, Miss Hooper, to being alone." Molly tipped her glass to his and it made a satifying 'chink'.
"But not lonely."
A/N I'm starting to really love AU's. Hope you enjoyed!