December 23
Meet me at midnight (part 4)
I smiled to my phone when I read Sherlock's answer. Indeed I had been lucky that Irene knew him, though it was relatively likely since she knew almost everyone.
I spent the day writing with Sherlock, my phone buzzing always immediately after I sent my answer to his texts. He was witty. Okay, maybe he was an arrogant smartass too, but I was amazed by what he called his deductions and found him really entertaining.
In no time it was evening and I laid on my bed, phone in hands, still texting with the genius. I smiled as I waited for his answer. My first feeling had been right, I needed to see him again. He wasn't just gorgeous, he was witty and clever and funny.
I honestly don't know why I bother texting you. It isn't as if I was very talkative with mundane people normally. – SH
A grin tugged at my lips. Maybe other people would have been offended by this, but I had realized after a just a few messages from him that he didn't mean it personally.
So I'm an exception then? – JW
I think you are, John. Isn't there a saying that every rule needs its exception? So, you would have verified this. – SH
I bit on my lower lip. Should I risk it? I really enjoyed writing with Sherlock and it would be really bad to lose this contact, even after just one day. Otherwise I wanted to meet him again. Badly. I took a deep breath and sent my next message.
Sherlock, do you know winter wonderland in Hyde Park is, right? – JW
The reply came immediately.
Meet me at midnight. – JW
To my great relieve he didn't ask further questions. He merrily wrote me a quick okay and I got up again, checking my watch. It was eleven pm, and since I my flat was really close to Hyde Park I had enough time to think everything through again. Unfortunately.
"You're such an idiot, Watson. What are you thinking? That he likes you? After you fucking stumbled over him and didn't let him stand up again?!", I scolded myself, looking miserably to the phone. But there was no backing away now, I supposed.
I braced myself and I stood up, going to my wardrobe and pulling a warm jumper out. It would get cold, I assumed, looking out of the window to the snow-covered streets. I left my bedroom, pulling my warm jacket and my shoes on while trying to calm down. I shook my head. Calm down, John, I thought, it isn't as if this was your first date. It wasn't even really a date, if you considered a date something where both parties knew about that fact.
I locked the door to my flat and quickly walked to the tube station only a few metres away. Hurrying down the stairs I rummaged around in my pockets for my oyster card, smiling relived when I found it. Quickly I got through down into the Piccadilly line and waited impatient for the station Hyde Park.
AN: Last post before Christmas! Tomorrow you get the end of this story and with this the end of a Johnlock before Christmas...
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