Author's Note: Hello all! This chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, so I apologize about that. Next week's chapter should be longer though. Thank you again for reading this story! I know I always say that, but I mean it. Anyways, I'll stop talking now. Happy reading!

Sherlock thought that things would start to get easier once they figured out where they were going to get married, but he was incorrect. Things seemed to get much, much, more complicated once they told the venue that they wanted to get married there sometime during December. They planned on getting married on December 15, actually. The number fifteen was John's favorite number, so they decided to use that as their date.

Sherlock had failed to realize that they still had to plan most of their wedding after they picked out their venue. He thought that the venue picked out the music, flowers, and the meal, but apparently he was wrong. Very, very, wrong. Part of him was glad that he was wrong, because he wanted more say in his wedding, but the other part hated all the planning.

Before he got engaged to John, he had thought that planning the wedding would not be difficult. He thought that they would merely pick out a place, make some phone calls to people who helped organize weddings, and that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, that's not how couples made a wedding happen.

John, right now, was at a florist, trying to find the best one to do their flower arrangements. He had asked Sherlock to go, but Sherlock needed a break from the planning. For the last few days, John had been handing Sherlock a bunch of different brochures for florists, but Sherlock didn't know which one he liked best. So, he told John to go out and find the one that he liked the most. John seemed a bit disappointed, but he didn't push the subject.

Sherlock picked up his violin and began to play a few random notes, hoping that they would create a lovely melody. The notes bounced off the walls of the flat, encircling Sherlock in a world of music. He continued to play, hoping to create a song that would be good for their wedding. John hadn't asked Sherlock to compose any music for the wedding, but Sherlock wanted to. He wanted their first dance to be to a song that he'd composed.

After playing around with some more notes, a song seemed to gradually form. Sherlock could picture John and him dancing to the song he was composing; both of them would be pressed against each other, enjoying each other's company. He imagined John's hand in his, guiding him around the dance floor. A small smile tugged at Sherlock's lips. The wedding seemed to look better and better with every day. He couldn't wait to just tell John that he wanted to be with him for the rest of his life.

John knew that he shouldn't interrupt Sherlock while he was playing the violin, but he couldn't help it. Normally he would have just sat down and listened to him play, but he wasn't in the mood for that. Well, not yet, at least. John snuck behind Sherlock and wrapped his arms around his waist, causing Sherlock to jump. Yes, jump.

"You know that I love it when you compose," John whispered in Sherlock's ear. Shivers ran up Sherlock's spine.

Sherlock tossed his violin gently onto his chair and turned around so he could face John.

"Well, you know that I was composing for you, John," Sherlock said, his lips only a few inches away from John's.

John sucked in a breath, and tried not to focus on Sherlock's lips. They had agreed that they would try to keep physical contact, except for hugs and simple kisses, to a minimum. Even though they didn't have any qualms with being...intimate, they wanted to make their wedding night special, in a sense. They wanted to make their wedding night as exciting as the first time that they were intimate with each other. It may have sounded cheesy, but John actually really liked the idea. It made the day even more special for them.

Sherlock chuckled and wrapped his arms around John's torso.

"Are you feeling okay, John? If you want, we can go lay down..." Sherlock said, trailing off. The sides of his lips tilted upwards into a smile.

John shook his head and tried to look elsewhere, but it wasn't any use. Sherlock touched his cheek and guided his mouth to his. He kissed John softly, as if he would break him if he pressed any harder. John smiled against Sherlock's lips, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, all that mattered was Sherlock, and Sherlock alone.

John was done. Absolutely, undeniably, done. He leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed the palm of his hands into his eyes. He had been searching for different types of stationary for their wedding for hours. Two hours, to be exact. It seemed like every single store offered a different, better type of paper that was "perfect" for wedding invitations. All he wanted was a simple white card with a navy blue border, but no. Apparently, none of the stores provided that type of paper for wedding invitations, or invitations period.

Sighing, he got up and went over to the kitchen to put on the tea kettle. He would ask Sherlock to do it for him, but Sherlock was out. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but Sherlock said that he needed some air, so he figured that he was probably just walking around London. Once the tea kettle was on the flame, John rummaged through the cabinet to get something to eat. He smiled when he saw a box of biscuits. Perfect. He poured some of those onto a plate, and waited for the kettle to boil.

When Sherlock left earlier, John tried to get him to stay, but Sherlock refused. He seemed sort of distant, so John didn't want to ask too many questions. Sherlock didn't like to be questioned when he was thinking. Sherlock told him that he would be home in a few hours though, so John wasn't worried. Well, at least not yet since he had only been gone for about an hour. The kettle began to boil, sending John out of his thoughts. He poured some into a mug, steeped a bag of tea, and took the biscuits and mug into the family room with him.

Sherlock knew that he shouldn't have left John earlier, but he had to get out of 221B. He couldn't handle any more talk about the wedding. Okay, that was not completely true. He enjoyed talking about the wedding, but he did not like planning the wedding. All he wanted was for the wedding to be planned so he and John could get married. That was all he wanted; he just wanted to get married to John.

John looked a little disappointed when Sherlock left earlier, but he didn't make him stay, which Sherlock was thankful for. He just had to get out of the flat and get some fresh air. Right now, he was a few blocks away from 221B, hiding in a narrow alley that was seldom visited. He pulled out a long round white object that was filled with a type of plant that he would rather not think about. If he had his way, he would not be using this type of plant, but that was another story. His hands shook as he brought the cylindric object to his lips and lit it. He sucked in a large breath before he could stop himself.

This is bad, a voice in Sherlock's head said, scolding him. His thoughts bounced around his mind palace. Some of them applauded him for using an actual drug and others yelled at him for stooping so low. What was I supposed to do? Sherlock yelled at the logical side of him. The planning was getting too much. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to remain calm about the wedding. After all, he wanted it to be perfect. If he didn't care about it, he would have never considered turning back to substances that he promised he would never touch again.

Just keep smoking, the voice said, calming Sherlock down. He kept smoking, hoping that the drug would kick in soon. He wanted- no, he needed the thoughts to slow down. Sighing, he closed his eyes and focused on exhaling until there wasn't anything left. He tossed the stub to the ground, smashed it with his foot, and headed back to 221B. A small smile crossed his face as he walked back. His shoulders seemed less tense, and the people that passed him didn't seem nearly as annoying as they normally did.

So, Sherlock might not have made the best decision in this chapter, but he had his reasons. The question is though... will John discover what Sherlock did? And if John does find out, what will John do? Unfortunately, I cannot disclose that information. At least, not at this time.

On the other hand, thank you so much for reading this chapter. I really hope that you enjoyed it. Also, as always, feel free to leave a comment below telling me what you liked or did not like about the chapter!

Thank you again for reading!