He realised he wasn't at home when he woke up blinking in confusion. He was covered by some sort of thin material that was meant to keep him warm during the night. 'John' instantly thought Sherlock,, there was that odd feeling again. Why would John place a blanket on him? It wasn't like John had a duty to care for him..

Sherlock quickly came to the realisation that John did actually care, weirdly enough. Sherlock once again berated himself for allowing his emotions to rise up form with in him and come to the surface. Sherlock hauled himself up from the sofa, straightened up his clothing and folded the blanket neatly leaving it on the sofa. Glancing around he found a spare pen and some paper in order to leave John a note. After mentally drafting a message in his head, on the 5th re-wording of his sentence he placed the pen to the paper and excellently scribbled his message, leaving it in plain sight for John to find.

Thank you for letting me stay John, much appreciated- Sherlock

Sherlock then pulled out his wallet, tugging a few bank notes out he arranged them in one of the mugs in John's cupboard knowing that John would find it as he made his morning tea. Sherlock felt guilty handing payment for John services over in person, leaving it in his flat was much easier as he knew John wouldn't be able to make it awkward; anyway John needed the money much more than he did. Sherlock strolled another note to go with the note by the money.

This is payment for last night, have a good day John- Sherlock

Just before Sherlock left John flat to home, he had an overwhelming desire to physically see John before he left. Sherlock stepped towards John bedroom, peeping though the small gap in the door to check that the other man was still asleep. Waiting for a few more rises and falls of John chest to confirm he was asleep, Sherlock inched himself into the bedroom. He waited a moment just so that John would not wake, then tip toed towards him. Sherlock observed John. He observed the way John's mouth was slightly parted as he slept, he observed how John had kicked the covers off of him self during the night. He also observed how John clutched onto the pillow as he slept. This man was truly extraordinary in Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock carefully leant forward, breathing slowly and placed the lightest of kisses on top of John head. Sherlock quickly backed away after that, he left the bedroom and proceeded to the front door.

Sherlock had been in his 'thinking' position on his sofa for the past couple of hours, becoming lost in his mind palace; rearranging John's room over and over again, never getting it quite perfect because John kept surprising Sherlock. John couldn't just be placed in a neat organised box and left there, different parts of John's life and personality over flowed into the rest of the room.

An incoming text pulled Sherlock from his mind palace;

'Met's Christmas party, you coming?-Lestrade'

Before Sherlock could decline the offer another text came in.

'You can bring a plus one-Lestrade'

John.

Sherlock quickly fired off a acceptance text to Lestrade and set about drafting another invite text to John. An hour had passed and Sherlock had still not decided how to word his text to John. It shouldn't be this hard to ask someone to accompany you to a party. Stupid emotions. Throwing himself down on the sofa, Sherlock gave up and just sent a generic text to John inviting him out.

'How would you feel about attending a Christmas party with me?-Sherlock'

He sat staring at his phone willing for John to text him back immediately. It was a while before John got around to replying.

'Of course, it's a date- John'

Oh damn; there was that fluttering feeling in Sherlock's abdomen.

Just a quick update for you guys. Once again if there are any mistake, I'm sorry! Thank you for all your wonderful comments and reviews.

Sorry it's only a small chapter, I hope to have a bigger update for you lot over the next couple of days.

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