I'm gonna sort of do two chapters with this song, you'll see when I'm done! Best if you listen to it on YouTube while reading to get a feel of it :) Enjoy!

Lil Wayne - How to Love

Ten Years Ago - Sherlock and Irene are in Oxford University and dating.

If this was going to work, he was going to have to completely destroy her faith and trust in him.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey!" Irene greeted Sherlock, who stood in her doorway.

Sherlock didn't return the greeting but instead entered her room.

"Sherlock...Are you alright?" Irene looked hesitant.

"Shit." Sherlock mumbled and sat down on the chair opposite Irene's desk, running his hands through his hair.

"No, Irene. We are not alright." He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I-I don't understand" Irene was extremely worried now.

"We don't work. It was always going to end badly" He explained, slowly

"Sherlock..." Irene whispered.

"We had our moments Irene! But we both knew that this wasn't going to last forever." He stated.

You're going to have to be harsher than that.

He took a deep breath and then said "I've found someone else, Irene." He stared down at her ,with no emotion or warmth in his icy grey eyes.

"You're lying!" Irene spat at him.

"Really?" Sherlock had prepared for this, he pulled out his phone and brought up a picture he had taken of him kissing, a rather pretty blonde young woman.

Irene pulled back her hand and slapped him full on the face.

"You lying cheating bastard. You know, I didn't think you were the type for going after slappers."

"She is not a slapper, Ir-" He lied, his eyes continuing to bore into hers.

"I DON'T CARE!"

By this point Irene was shaking, almost uncontrollably "I-I really thought that you were different, special." She whispered, just audibly "You know, I'd had a lot of guys try to steal my heart before. But, now, when I met you I really believed that I had figured out something," She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to steady it "I thought I had cracked how to love. Before I found you, I didn't even know I was capable of that."

Oh shit. What on earth had he just done?

"Irene, I-"

"Get out." She motioned towards the door

"Ire-" Sherlock seemed torn.

"I said, GET...out.

Sherlock turned and left slowly. Irene slammed the door behind him, before sliding down against the frame, her knees up next to her chest, onto the floor.

She cradled her head in her hands, trying to recollect her thoughts and figure what had just happened, unbeknownst to her that Sherlock had done the exact same on the other side of the door.