Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

It's Not for Me to Say (1)

A/n: I highly recommend for you to listen to the song first before reading this imagine. Enjoy 😊

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"As far as I can see, This is heaven
And speaking just for me, It's ours to share," the soothing voice sang with the melody of the piano keys following behind. The violins string were strummed in an angelic manner.

"Perhaps the glow–" the singer was interrupted by the doors to the venue opening. "I can't practice my speech right now, they're rehearsing," Benedict Cumberbatch said as he entered the room. "Oh no it's fine, they're about to leave after this song," James, a childhood friend of Ben, stated. "Go on," he encouraged the pianist and singer to restart their song.

They were at James wedding venue. Ben was a special guest who was supposed to make a speech at his wedding. It was the day before the event and Benedict still felt he needed the practice for him not to stutter in front of hundreds of people.

James allowed Ben to go to the venue and rehearse his lengthy, but funny, speech. They each pulled out a white chair from a table and sat down. Ben skimmed his sight from the singer to the people playing their instruments. He felt his heart flutter once his eyes landed on the pianist.

Her luscious hair flowed on her back as her fingers lightly pressed on the keys hitting the perfect notes. Ben's motions ceased, his mouth grew agape. She played in an elegant manner.

"With every passing day, Or we may never meet again, But then it's not for me to say," she looked up from her piano keys and gazed to her only two viewers. Her lips formed a sly smile making Ben's heart skip a beat.

The slow melody came to an end. James was talking to Benedict about God-knows-what. Everyone on the stage began to collect their things, allowing for Ben to go up in a moment and rehearse his speech. "Yeah, yeah, can you excuse me for a minute," Ben didn't break his gaze from her.

James was left alone at the table. In a matter of seconds he got to the piano and took a few steps towards the person playing. She dropped a few of her papers giving Ben the advantage to help her out.

He crouched next to her and collected the remaining sheets of music; he handed them to her. "Thank you," she swept a few loose hairs to the back of her ear. Ben felt butterflies in his stomach, he conjured up a smile. "Yeah, no problem. That was, erm, you amazingly piano play," he mixed his words causing her to giggle.

He shook his head, "I mean, uh, erm, you're obviously a professional at playing the grand piano since you play it so elegantly." She hugged her papers, a shade of red covered her cheeks, "Thank you. I'm no professional, but the practice has helped."

He chuckled and extended his arm, "I'm Benedict, but you can call me Ben."  She firmly held his hand, "Nice to meet you Ben. I'm Y/n."

"That's a beautiful name," he commented. It was just the both of you on the stage now. You couldn't stop blushing. "Sorry for interrupting a few minutes ago. James prefers to intrude," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's fine, we were just about done," you assured. You weren't aware you held onto his hand, his eyes were pulling all your attention. He felt waves of shock and electricity rush through him with each second he held onto you. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you Benedict," you smiled.

"The pleasure was all mine," he let go of your hand. You began to retreat, "Wa- wait, you'll be here tomorrow right?" You chuckled at his question, "Yes, I have to play the piano for roughly three hours."

He facepalmed at his ridiculous question, "I hope to see you around." You nipped at your lower lip, "Yeah, that'd be amazing." You walked backwards hitting the piano making you avert your gaze to the correct route.

Ben chuckled at how adorable you looked all flustered. You did a small wave and disappeared from his view. He stood there dumbfounded, you were the only thing in his mind.

"The speech," James yelled from across the room. Ben gazed towards him and knitted his brows, "What speech– OH the speech." He retreated a few pieces of paper from his blazer and stood at a nearby podium. He mentally read it a couple of times before actually speaking out loud. 

Ben was finishing his speech, "James you have been one of my best mates since I can remember. Words can't explain..." Ben lost his train of thought, his mind wandered somewhere else. "–Shit! It's a masquerade wedding!"

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"Ben, mate, shouldn't I be the one nervous?" James brushed Ben's shoulders. "I'm sorry, I really don't know what's gotten into me," he shook his arms. "Your speech is amazing, everyone will love it," James assured.

"No, it's not that. Yesterday when I talked to Y/n, the pianist, I felt this indescribable feeling. This intense euphoria where I couldn't function properly," Ben slumped down on a chair.

"Did you feel like some sort of gravity was attracting you to her. Or how her smile made you get goosebumps and the swirling feeling in your stomach, or almost if there was some sort of electricity passed between the two of you?" James enquired. Ben observed his friend, "Yes."

James chuckled and patted Ben's shoulder, "Mate, I believe you've got a case of love at first sight." Ben shook his head, "No that can't be. I only know her name." James smirked and shrugged, "That's what I thought about Elizabeth, but look at us now. In just a few hours I'll call her my wife."

Ben stared off into the distance. Could he have possibly fallen in love with you? "I'm not discouraging you to talk to her, but maybe wait until her last performance. That way you won't make her nervous," James checked his outfit one last time in the mirror.

"How will I recognize her? She'll have a mask just like the other hundreds of people you've invited," Ben grabbed his mask. "You'll know it's her," James assured.