Dinner with the Holmes family had been a pleasant experience and it was safe to say that Sherlocks mum absolutely adored you.
His mother was the exact opposite of what you would have expected, but at the same time you couldn't think of anyone more suited for the role of Mother Holmes.
She was a spectacular woman, kind, warm and very motherly. At the same time she could be ruthless, determined and undoubtably clever.
She had been an extremely successful mathematician and had published two books, yet she gave it all up the day she found out she was pregnant with Mycroft.
Choosing to be a stay at home mum rather that pursue her already successful career.
Even though she had given up so much of her life to raise her two boys it was clear that she didn't regret a moment of it. The way her face lit up when she was around her family showed you that there was no place she'd rather be.
It turned out that the 'business trip' Sherlocks parents had been on during Christmas was the first in years.
Mrs Holmes, Wanda, had been asked to be a star speaker at some elaborate university over in America and now that Sherlock and Mycroft are older she has decided she would go, as it was a great honor.
Mr Holmes had decided to accompany her and show his support, leaving Sherlock in the care of his older brother.
They were meant to be back on the 20th but a storm hit, making it impossible to fly back until it cleared. Hence the reason why they were away for Christmas. It was clear to you that Wanda felt incredibly guilty about that. Though the boys didn't seem to mind.
Timothy Holmes, Sherlocks father, was a very humorous man. He liked to make jokes and have a laugh.
He wasn't as smart as his wife or two sons but what he lacked in brains he made up for in social skills. He was a very talkative man, though he never really spoke about himself. No, it was his sons and his wife that he talked about: his voice always full of pride and admiration.
Yes dinner had defiantly been an interesting experience. One you would most defiantly like to repeat in the future.
Like now for example, now would be a great time to go and spend a couple of hours with the Holmes family, or just Sherlock. Yes spending time with your... Boyfriend- that would take some getting used to- would be a much better, more pleasant way to spend your time.
To be honest you would rather be anywhere else right now. Anywhere that wasn't you're first periods biology lesson. A lesson that you shared with Holly, who was also your lab partner...
Yes anywhere but here!
You cast a sly glance at the seat next to you, or more exactly the girl sitting on it.
Holly's whole body was radiating tension. Her back was straight and her eyes were locked on the front of the class, though you had a strange sense that she was watching you.
You quickly looked back down at the table pretending to study the brightly coloured, model replica of a DNA strand sitting in the middle of the lab desk you shared with Holly.
You tried to distract yourself from the awkwardness of the situation by thinking about, nothing except, the Holmes family but you couldn't keep your mind focused.
Once that failed you started sketching the DNA model on your pad but even that couldn't distract you from the heavy silence that pressed down on you like a physical weight, or the tension that was so thick you felt like you were suffocating.
At first, when you had entered the class, you had felt nervous, but then that had quickly morphed into a feeling of unease.
Now in the silence was slowly chipping away at you, you were starting to feel the first twinges of anger.
You didn't deserve to be treated like this, after all you hadn't done anything wrong! She was the one who had jumped to the conclusion that it was you who pulled that prank on her, without any proof! Yet here she was sitting on her high horse acting the victim!
God this girl was really starting to get on your nerves.
The rest of the lesson passed slowly and with each passing second your anger grew. When the bell finally went, you felt like your blood was boiling from the waves of rage that were now sweeping through your body.
You quickly made your way to your next class trying to think of something that would calm you down.
You didn't normally get angry or let anyone get to you, but there was something about Holly that just made you loss your head.
As you walked into your English class you ran out of ideas of things to calm you down.
You let out a sigh as you fell into your seat at the back of the class, still irked by Holly. A low chuckle came from the seat beside you. You turned and scowled at the smirking boy beside you. He ruffled your hair, unperturbed by your death glare. Damn this boy!
"What's got you in such a sour mood?" He asked.
Sherlocks looked the picture of ease beside you, slouched in his seat, arms folded over his chest. Only his eyes gave away his genuine concern for you.
"Holly." You hissed through gritted teeth.
Sherlocks eyes widened slightly at your response, then his eyes softened and he took your hand in his bringing it to his lips,
"Don't let her get to you." He whispered against your hand.
You could feel his breath fanning against your knuckles as he spoke before he placed a gentle kiss against each one. Your blood instantly cooled and you sighed as you felt the anger drain away.
He lowered your hand from his mouth, intertwining your fingers, giving you a shy smile as he did so.
"Feel better?" His voice was soft, low and sent a shiver down your spin.
"Much." You said with a small smile.
You leaned over and pressed your lips to his in a chased kiss. Sherlock kissed you back immediately, like he had been expecting it, before you pulled away: resting your forehead against his.
"Thank you." You breathed against his lips.
"Any time." He replied with a smirk as Miss Taylor walked in.
You two pulled apart and quickly settled into your seats as the lesson began. While Miss Taylor started to explain the lesson, you smiled to yourself.
Adding Sherlocks name to the list of things that can calm you down.