Is this just real life?
Sherlock awoke from a deep sleep to a strange noise coming from somewhere in the flat, He got up and walked out of his bedroom trying to figure out what the noise was.
Is this just fantasy?
Sherlock went to walk past the bathroom into the kitchen, but stopped when he heard the noise was coming from that very room.
Caught in a landslide
'Is that is that John? No it can't be, John doesn't sing.' Sherlock thought
No escape from reality
'Oh my god, that is John!' Sherlock thought as he quickly put his ear to the door, listening to his flatmate sing in the shower. Tone deaf as he was, it was still a treat.
Oh how he loves John, but he could never tell him because he knew he didn't feel the same. Sherlock loved every little thing about John, from the way that he didn't take anything in his coffee and only took milk in his tea, to the fact that he sang Bohemian Rhapsody in the shower. He even loved that little blog, even though he said he hated it so much. He loved the way that John's hair was going gray, to the little wrinkles that were along his cheeks and forehead.
Caught up in his own thoughts, Sherlock didn't realize that John had turned off the shower and was slowly opening the door.
"Hey Sherlo- Oh...hey what you doing?" John said as he opened the door. He looked confused, maybe it was the fact that his flatmate was standing outside the door when he was showering. Who knows.
"Oh... I am just working on a case.. Yes. A case." Sherlock said nervously. John could tell this is out of character for Sherlock but he decided to go with it instead. Sherlock suddenly stopped and looked down, John was in nothing but a towel that hung loosely around his waist.
"How lovely, what's the case?" John asked looking at Sherlock expectantly.
"I just solved it." He tried to look calm him but he couldn't stay calm when the man he was in love with was practically naked in front of him.
"Brilliant, really quite brilliant." John suddenly realize what he was wearing, he looked down awkwardly and shuffled to move past his flat mate. "Well Im going to go get dressed then. When I come back would you like to have tea?"
"Yes, yes I would. I'll start it right now." Sherlock said, starting to walk to the kitchen.
"I'll have-" John started to say before Sherlock cut him off.
"Just milk, I know."
"Wow, I'm really surprised that you remember that all this time." John said looking at the detective in front of him with admiration.
"How could I forget?" Sherlock smirked as he took the tea down for the cupboard. John tried to hide his blush as he quickly walked out of the living room and up to his own room.