A/N Sorry about the long wait! been really busy, here you go.
The colder september air had returned that gloomy Monday morning, the winter sun was streaming through John's curtains. Stretching and kicking off the covers John sat up blinking and rubbing his face, picking the small globs of sleep out of his eyes. 7am really was too early some days, but he had to get Harriet ready for school as well as himself. Dropping his legs over the edge of the bed he stood and slopped to the door. 'Haarryy' He shouted 'Up for school.' Tapping lightly on her door. He twisted the door knob and walked into his little sisters room, she was still snuggled in her pirate bed sheets. Sitting on the edge of her bed John shook her lightly.
'Come on Captain Harry or mum will make you walk the plank!' He started tickling her sides which made her eyes fling open.
'Stop it Johnny! You're a smelly big brother.' She stuck out her tongue, her hair all fuzzed up. 'Downstairs 5 minuets.' John smiled as he left her and sprung down the stairs into the small terracotta kitchen. Pressing the radio on John got to work making sandwiches for Harriet and grabbing her a juice carton. Filling a small bowl with cocoa puffs and milk john sat down at the table, just has Harriet bounded in dressed in her blue school jumper and skirt. With an added element which looked like an eye patch. Pulling herself up onto the chair John giggled at her.
'You can't wear that to school, Mrs Franson will tell you off.' He said pouring her some cocoa puffs.
'But I'm a pirate! I sail the Seven seas with my band of ship plates!' She giggled munching down on the chocolaty cereal.
'You mean ship mates Harry.' John corrected her and stood from the table, placing his bowl in the sink.
He grabbed her lunchbox and held out his hand waiting for the eye patch, which she placed there pulling a sad face. Sticking out his tongue he told her to put on her coat and scarf while he got dressed.
Pulling his comfy trousers and a plain red t-shirt from his wardrobe John began to dress, deciding on which jumper to wear today he glanced at his reflection in the mirror and stuck out his tongue. Running his tongue over his teeth he smiled and plucked a red tight fitting jumper from the wardrobe. Grabbing a little tin of very old styling product, which John hadn't used in forever he rubbed a small amount onto his fingertips and ruffled it through his hair.
sliding his fingers through his fringe one last time John was happy and and went back down stairs. Sliding on the worn tiles of the hallway in his socks he saw Harriet stood patiently by the door all wrapped up. Grabbing his red Converses, to match his jumper he sat to lace them up.
'What have you done to your hair Johnny? It's all sticky up.' She pointed at his head.
'Nothing it's just different Harry.' John said pulling the laces tightly 'I bet you're trying to look pretty for the ladies.' She giggled. John looked at her and stuck out his tongue. Hauling his school bag on to his back he checked the time on his phone. 7.45am. Plenty of time to get Harry to school. 'You ready munchkin?' John questioned, she nodded her head as John scooped her up by her waist and headed out the door.
'Put me down smelly big brother!' She kicked as he carried he to the garden wall. Plopping her down the other side of it he took her little hand and walked off in the direction of her school.
After dropping her at the school gates John headed towards school, slipping in his crackly earphones and cranking up the volume. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he had a text from Sherlock. 'FREE PERIOD THIS MORNING, MEET ME BY THE GATES - SH.' John smiled as he the letters, realising he was walking really slowly he tapped a reply and sped up his pace. As the iron gates came into view he saw Sherlock's pale form leaning on the wall, cigarette in hand. When John reached him his face was flushed from walking and the chilly air. Sherlock turned to look at him, his eyed searching his face before a small smile crept onto the taller boys lips.
'Thought you'd like to start that maths tutoring.' Sherlock said 'The is a free classroom in the drama block.' Pointing over to the building near the back field. John nodded and followed him into the gates. As bad as it was John hoped that maths tutoring meant make out session but he had a feeling it was going to start out as maths. Sherlock strode across the crispy grass toward the grey building, he could hear Johns footsteps behind him. John looked ridiculously fine in that tight jumper and what had he done to his hair? Sherlock wasn't sure but he knew that he liked it, and wanted to touch it even more. But he would have to resist well at least until they were alone that is.