Okay, I was going to post this on Jan 1st but my computer broke, so here you go :P
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I was nearly asleep. It was quarter to midnight, fifteen minutes until January first. I was stretched across the sofa and my eyelids were getting heavier. I had so little energy for a nineteen year old. Sherlock appeared by my side and gently pulled me to sit up. He sat behind me, put a leg on either side of me and let me lie back against his chest. "Fourteen minutes to go" Sherlock said casually, wrapping his arms around my middle.
"Another year over, a new one just begun"
He chuckled quietly, "That's a Christmas song"
I shrugged, "It's still relevant"
We watched out the window, from our little flat we could see Big Ben, the minutes ticking down to midnight. I nuzzled my head against Sherlock's neck, my hands resting over his arms. "Now, now" he muttered close to my ear, "don't fall asleep yet Charlie"
I sighed, "Oh okay, I'll try" I twisted onto my side, my hand gently holding onto the shoulder of his shirt.
Sherlock wrapped an arm right round me to place his hand on the small of my back, while his other hand rested on my arm. The tv was off, all was quiet. Sherlock's heart beat near my ear, beating out along side the countdown. Eight minutes left.
It had been an interesting year. I was recovering properly - but fuck, I wish I'd known it was going to take years when I started. I hadn't drank or smoked. I'd made friends, Molly and Mike.
"I got us something to drink" Sherlock said, a smirk in his voice. I frowned. Sherlock reached down beside the sofa and produced two bottles of cola.
I laughed, "Thanks" taking one from his hand and drank a few mouthfuls before screwing the lid back on. "This is nice Sherlock."
"Much better than last year anyway"
"We're not talking about last year, or the year before"
Sherlock laughed, "What was worse? Mycroft and the politicians or Lestrade and the drunken police?"
"I genuinely do not know." We laughed and he rubbed my arm. Outside the cheering started as the thirty second countdown began.
"Ten" I whispered.
"Nine" continued Sherlock
"Eight"
"Seven"
"Six"
"Five"
"Four" I looked up to Sherlock.
He smiled back, "three"
"Two"
"One" I leant up and kissed his cheek as the crowded streets outside roared. "I don't think that qualifies as a New Year's kiss" Sherlock mused. I rolled my eyes but smiled as he pressed his lips to mine. "Happy New Year, Charlie"
"Happy New Year, Sherlock" I curled in against his chest, and there we stayed until the firework were over.
