Elody P.O.V.
The first time I heard Sherlock his name was on the news. Something about one Moriarty and a process. But then, I didn't watch much news.
I was doing my final year at Oxford. Language and Mathematics. Then I graduated, got a nice diploma and was suddenly alone in the world. My parents died when I was eight. My aunt raised me since then. But she also died during my last year at school. So I hed no family. No, I did not live on the street. I had friends enough.
So I went to live with Alice. Nice apartment. Everything went well for the next four years. And in those years I learned more and more about Sherlock.
But when Alice had a stroke. I had to work and could not take care of her. So she went back to live with her parents. The apartment was too expensive for me. So I had to move again too. For a year I moved from here to there. I lost my job and then everything went backwards. And then I got a phone call that changed everything.
"Hello, Elody right?" the voice on the other end of the line seemed familiar, but of which I had long forgotten.
"Yes, hello."
"Hi, it's Mrs. Hudson here. I am far family from Alice. I have heard that you are looking for an apartment? I have a spare room and I am looking for a tenant." Joy and gladness. These two feelings flew through my belly.
But then I thought about the fact that I had no money. "Mrs. Hudson, I would be honored to live in the apartment. But unfortunately I am broke."
"But that's okay. I have another tenant and together you can share the rent. How about next Tuesday? You may withdraw at once if you want. Everything is ready for you." I could not believe my ears! Finally a place that I could call my home.
"Yes, Tuesday is good. At ten o'clock I will be there. If it is not too early for you? And what's the address? "
"No my child, ten o'clock is perfect. The adress is 221B Baker Street, Londen. I will tell Sherlock immediately that you're coming. Sherlock is your flatmate. Until then." I heard her laugh, and then the line went dead. Did not matter, I had 221B Baker Street. My new home.
The next week, before I move to Baker Street, I tried to learn as much as possible about Sherlock. The word bored was not said during that week. It was surprising to learn a lot about Sherlock. I tried to remember much as possible. I reread his website three times. 'The Science of Deduction.' Interresting reasoning. I also read the full blog of his former companion, John Watson. And I looked at all the news in which his name appeared.
So the week passed, and I was kind of obsessed with Sherlock. I was very nervous on that Tuesday, but also very curious. Sherlock Homes, a genius like people describe him. But others say that he is a real jerk. I was hoping that the last option was not applicable. I would find out soon enough.
The taxi driver helped me unload my bags. There were not many bags, because of all the moving. It was therefore especially clothes. There was the door to my new home and to Sherlock. I knocked on the door who opened directly. Mrs. Hudson looked at me smiling. If I had not been so excited I would have firmly asked her if she had been waiting for my arrival.
"Go on up, I will be taking the other case." following her orders, I went up the stairs. With each step I took my nervousness grew. Up there, Mrs. Hudson opened the door to the apartment. The door opened and I went into the room, followed by my new landlady.
The first thing I saw of Sherlock was his back. But one second later he turned around. His eyes looked first to the bags we had with us. Surprise and confusion went over his face. "Hello, Sherlock." I said with a smile of wonder on my face.
When he first looked at me, his face was tight but his eyes seemed to shine, but very short. His attention went back to the bags. He took Mrs. Hudson's arm and pulled her into the kitchen. There they began to talk.
That was a perfect opportunity for me to see the apartment. At first sight quite messy. But also quite cozy with many interresting objects. The talking in the kitchen stopped and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson came back into the living room.
Sherlock shook my hand and smiled at me. "Welcome Elody." he said, and my belly began to tickle.
Author's note
Thanks to all for reading this far. If you have any remarks about the grammar, the story line or something else, just let me know. I'm working on the rest of the story and hope you will enjoy it.