Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

Heather - Johnlock

Ayo I have a new, long chapter in my other book :) this one's a bit shorter but that's fine. I love this song and thought it'd be cute and also sad and I relate to this song an unhealthy amount.

Sherlock is 16, John is 17

Sherlock's P.O.V

My best friend and I were laying beside each other, on the hill behind my house. We were under the shade of the tree with the tire swing, and the afternoon sun was warming any part of us that wasn't in the shade.

I looked over at John and felt my breath catch in my throat. The sun was hitting him just right, perfectly rimming the side of his face. It was washing over him like wood stain, a warm, thin blanket draped over his body. His light brown hair, which had a few leaves in it, was tousled beautifully from running around all afternoon. He had faint freckles that peppered his face, hands, and neck. He had blue jeans on, and they were covered in grass stains. He had grey, oversized Converse, with laces with frayed ends. He wore a light burgundy sweater that was too big – it was Harry's – and he had stuffed his hands in the trouser pockets. His tanned skin was slightly flushed from the sun. He had a lazy grin on his face, and he was looking up at the sky.

He was gorgeous.

"Sher?"

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything, John."

He turned towards me and smiled. He nodded, then took in a deep breath.

"You remember Heather, right?"

"From Exploring Science? Yes. She sat behind the table we shared."

"Yeah, well... don't laugh, but... I've been thinking about asking her out." My heart fucking sank. John wasn't the type to date, but I had been fully aware of his crush on Heather since Grade 9. But, I always believed he was too nervous to act on it.

"Well... do that then."

"I know, but... what if she says no? I've liked her for ages and it'd be really fucking awkward if she says no."

"I'll be there for you if she does say no. But I can't imagine why she would."

"Don't butter me up too much, Sher. Can't get my hopes up."

*

It was winter when John and I reached the hill again.

"I need to tell you something, John. But I didn't want to say it at home, just in case anyone heard."

"Okay...?"

"We've known each other since childhood, and I would hate to change or taint our friendship, but I'm sick of hiding this from you."

"Don't scare me, Sher." He chuckled.

"I... uh..."

"It's okay, take your time." He smiled sincerely.

He was patient with me. He never rushed me when I needed to tell him something. It was one of the many things I loved about him.

"I... I'm gay..." I whispered. I could barely hear myself. I was unsure if he could hear me either, until I felt him wrap his arms around me and tug me closer to him.

"You think I didn't know that?" He mumbled into my shirt. I stepped back, shocked.

"You what?"

"No offense, but it's the most obvious thing in the world."

"No offense taken. So... you don't mind?"

"You're gay, your bother is gay, Greg's bisexual, Irene's gay, Jim's gay, Seb's gay-" John was listing our friend group's sexualities, counting on his fingers, "I'm not sure, Molly's straight, no one cares. I don't mind at all, mate. It's all fine."