𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 【Ｂｅｓｔ Ｆｒｉｅｎｄ】

The moon is 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁

"We're almost there, Liam. Just a few more steps down this road," he said with a smile.
"You didn't have to arrange anything for such a small occasion." He took a deep breath and continued to follow his dear detective.
"It's the least I could do! After all, you did receive that award today," he glanced at the blonde.
"Why thank you," he says with a slightly flustered expression, "I really do appreciate your efforts."
"You don't need to thank me Liam," he replies with a cheeky smirk.

"Seems to me that I am not dressed for the occasion," he says glancing down. "That's alright, I'm just wearing my old trousers too!"
"Don't you think it's time for you to get another pair?" William curiously asked Sherlock while looking at him up and down.

"Now is not the time to talk about pants, Liam." He glances at the blonde.
"Besides, I don't have the time to get another." Sherlock quickly replies, crossing his hands.

"Alright, I was only asking." He says, calmly.
"As your friend, I can perhaps get you a new pair." He teased Sherlock, making the poor detective flustered.

"You don't have to." He said slightly stuttering, barely holding a straight face. "Um, we're almost there. Come, I know a route to get there faster," he suggested and the golden haired male gave him a hum of agreement.
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The moon was their only source of light that night. The night was cold in the streets of London. The silence was broken with the conversation they were having.

"Oh," the blonde stuttered, "Is this the place you wanted to take me?". He glanced around the area he was led, an abandoned warehouse with holes on the roof.

"Follow me," the blueberry haired male offered his hand and without hesitation, the blonde accepted it. He led them to a flight of stairs that would lead to the roof.
"Be careful." He says supporting the blondes waist. "The stairs are rusty and you might scratch yourself.". William nodded as a response and climbed up the staircase with Sherlock following him from behind.

"I'm sure you're gonna love the view when we get up there, Liam!" He says with pure confidence. William looks to Sherlock and chuckles at the detective's expression.
"Huh? Why are you laughing?" Clueless. "It's nothing important," he replies with a small grin.
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The cool breeze hits William's face and his expression was now astounded by the view of the moon. "Make yourself comfortable," he turns to see Sherlock looking at him with a soft smile.
"Oh." He dusts off the area before he sits down and Sherlock does the same. A moment of pure silence, William admiring the glimpse of the moon above.
Those scarlet eyes observant as ever, concentrating on the moon.
Sherlock turns to see the blondes expression, admiring his attentive eyes. Sherlock admiring the contemplating man beside him only a few feet away.

He sighs, "Do I move closer?" He says to himself. "I don't want to make him uncomfortable.". He stops to think about whether he should scoot closer.
William's train of thought is interrupted by a Sherlock arguing with himself.

"What's wrong?" He says with concern. "Um, I was just wondering if I could sit closer to you," he says with an awkward laugh.
"You don't need to ask," he pats the area beside him causing Sherlock to feel anxious, "Come here,". His eyes widen with shock then quickly scoots closer to William.

William then continues to admire the moon once again, feeling safe and peaceful having the dear detective by his side.

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"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"I love you too, Sherly."