You woke up in the morning, your head aching terribly. Looking left, you saw that Benedict wasn't lying next to you. Shit, you thought. Sleeping with a celebrity wasn't the plan you had in your mind when you came over. You had wanted a quiet night in, but in turned into something more. All of a sudden, you heard some noise coming from outside his room. You tried to see who was there and you held your blanket tightly.

"Hey!" Benedict called out, and he made you jump. 

"Whoa! Could you knock?" Benedict smiled, throwing himself onto the bed. 

"Oops, sorry!" 

"No need to say sorry, it is your house! And... your room." He sighed, getting up and picking your clothes from the floor.

"I have a lot of interviews today, including a forty five minute one tonight at around ten with Graham Norton." You smile, Benedict throwing you your clothes. "So, if you want to come with me... you are welcome. But... it is your choice." You frowned, wondering why he wasn't discussing last night.

"I'll come." He smiled, throwing up his keys in the air and catching them. 

"That's fine with me. Just be quick, since we only have about ten minutes left to leave the house." Benedict quickly ran out of the room and you got changed swiftly, because you didn't want to make him late for these interviews, press was always hell.

*******

"Benedict please, we want an autograph."

"Please could you sign this Benedict!" It had been around two hours since you both left the house and Benedict had been outside for at least an hour an a half. Many people surrounded him as you sat in the car, waiting for him to finish. Out of the blue, the door opened Benedict scrambling inside and panting heavily. 

"Right, next stop... another interview!" You sighed, Benedict resting his arm on your shoulder as he checked his phone. "You all right [Y/N]? You okay with this?" Smiling, you nodded. 

*******

"Please welcome, Mr Benedict Cumberbatch!" Benedict was at yet another interview and you were sitting backstage, watching him. Everyone in the room clapped and cheered as he walked in.

"Hello!" He waved to the crowd and sat himself down.

"So, how are Benedict?"

"I'm fine thank you. Just been a tiring day." He glanced at you, simpering.

"Yes, I heard you have many interviews. And this is the last one?"

"Yes, it is." 

"So, we are here because of Sherlock now-" The whole room burst into cheering and clapping and you also clapped along. "Yes, they are all excited! So it's series 3 now, am I correct?"

"Yes, it is!"

"How far are you in filming?" Benedict took a sip of water. 

"We have just finished episode one."

"So how did Sherlock die?" Benedict smiled, making up how he died because it was all a secret. 

"Well you see... Mycroft was in a helicopter with an inflatable skirt and John was holding a sniper... I'm not going to tell you!" The whole room groaned, but then whooped and cheered. 

"Haha, well Benedict..." You watched his interview for at least two hours and you slowly saw Benedict's eye bags form. He was ever so tired. Finally, he came out backstage, stretching out his arms. 

"You all right?" You said to him, trying to be comforting. 

"Yeh, yeh... So... you okay too?" 

"Yes, I am fine." This was so awkward. "We had better get going, don't you have one with Graham Norton later?" 

"Yes, I do. Well done for remembering for me." He smiled at you and you both made your way to the car and drove back to his house. 

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