Hey :) This is a Sherlock x Molly fanfiction (In case you haven't worked it out)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Molly. Neither do I own the song "Somebody to You." - It would help if you knew the song. Listen to it on YouTube or something :p Thanks!
Enjoy! :)
Molly slammed the door to her apartment after another day at work. Tears fell silently down her face as went over to make a cup of coffee.
The reason for her tears was a man that she loved, but he didn't love her back.
A man she helped every single day, and he never showed any appreciation to her.
A man she cared for but he didn't care back.
That man was Sherlock Holmes.
"The one person I had to go and have a crush on just had to be an ignorant, annoying, egoist, highly functioning sociopath, didn't it?!" She shouted, frustrated.
Yet she loved him just the same.
She loved the way his eyes lit up like a little kid when he was given a case.
She loved the way he smiled.
She loved the way he would self consciously mutter things to himself that made no sense.
She loved how smart he was.
She loved the way he cared for John and Mycroft and Mrs Hudson, even though he was never openly admit it.
She loved the way he ran his hand through his hair, when he was just about to give the answer to a case.
She loved Sherlock Holmes.
"I'm not normally like this," she thought. "What happened to the indepenent, confident Molly?" She said to herself.
Sherlock.
She finished stirring her coffee and turned the radio on, in hope that a song might come and cheer her up.
"Coming up next is Somebody to You by the Vamps. Stay tuned." The radio host said. Molly sighed. She hated adverts.
She sat down on the couch and stared at the wall, thinking. She would take a sip of her piping hot coffee down and then, sometime irritatingly burning her tongue.
She didn't notice when the song came on. The lyrics drifted over her like the wind.
Until she actually started listening. She focused on each word. The lyrics perfectly suited Molly's situation.
"Talk about the story of my life." She sighed.
Molly absent mindedly though of all the times her and Sherlock were together: the times that she was there but Sherlock didnt notice the special effort she was making to get Sherlock to like her.
When it reached the end of the song, Molly couldn't believe how much the song related to her. She grabbed her guitar that was perched up against the wall, googled how to play the song, and began to strum along to the chorus as she played it on YouTube.
She sang out loud not caring if anyone heard her. Who would be listening anyways? She ran her plectrum along the strings slowly to finish the song. She smiled.
"I didn't know you could sing, or play guitar for that matter."
She whipped around, startled (knocking over the lamp in the process). It turns out a someone was listening. Someone had heard her. Someone had seen her.
He had his hands in his pockets, his collar was turned up, and he had his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. Sherlock Holmes.
Please tell me what you think because I need advice and stuff :) There is another chapter, but it's half eleven at night and I need sleep for school tomorrow :p I'll post it up soon, hopefully.
Thanks :)