A/N I'm adding in perspectives, sorry, this may get confusing!

-Moriairty's POV-
I picked her up, and carried her into my mansion that I called a house. I liked the finer things in life. I brought her up to her room, and set her down on her bed. I pulled out her Pajama's and looked at her sleeping figure. I'm not afraid to admit I was slightly drunk. I mean, I kissed her! She was even drunker than me, and I knew that's because Scott's little 'gentlemen's club' had insisted on always refilling her drink. I hated my brother. He was only a year older than me, but we never got along. To be fair, I had stolen his fiancé awhile back, despite having no actual interest in her. Just wanted some entertainment. Y/n's chest heaved lightly with each breath. She looked so peaceful, so gorgeous. She never actually needed any makeup, but I never protested. I dated a girl awhile back who explained that makeup was more of a confidence booster, than a beauty treatment. I slipped her bottoms on her, being sure not to look up her dress or disturb her. I sat her up with my knee, and slipped her top on over her dress, and unzipped the beautiful gown. I slid the dress off of her, and allowed her top to slide the rest of the way down. My brother's words echoed in my head. I don't feel sentiment towards her. I just appreciate her beauty... And her laugh... And her perfection... And her. 'Stop it!' I scolded myself. I considered what I could do to correct this. I thought back to the last time I had a woman. About a month or so after Sherlock returned, so three, four months ago? That must be why she's clouding my judgement. I exited her room, and went to find Miya. I was still pretty wasted.
"James! I was looking for you!" Miya tried using a seductive voice. It was pitiful. Miya was considerably beautiful, but I never paid her much attention. Although, she was obsessed with getting my attention. I turned around to see Miya leaning against the wall towards the end of the hall, quite submissively. She wore expensive lingerie. I scanned her body, and felt myself smirk. I walked up to her, and pressed her to the wall. She looked excited.
"We should take this to my room." She whispered. I don't remember much else. I woke up with Miya in my arm, naked. My head was killing me. What did I do?
"Morning, my King." Miya said, still trying to make herself sound seductive. I realized I was naked also. 'Great. I slept with her. I hate drunk me.' I thought back to last night, 'Well, maybe it'll get y/n out of my mind.'
"Miya, don't speak like that. It doesn't work." I slipped out of her bed, and immediately had to sit back down and clutch my head. I heard Miya's door knob turn, and I originally figured it was Sebastian or something. Wouldn't be the first time I was found like this.
"Hey, Miya, I was wondering if you ha-" Y/n's voice cut off. My heart sank. I definitely didn't want her to know I'd slept with Miya last night! I snapped my head around to look at her. She seemed like someone had shot her for a few minutes, but then broke out in laughter.
"Found him! Sebby! You owe me 250 pounds!" She called. I heard Sebastian's loud steps come down the stairs.
"What? Why-" He cut off as he turned in the doorway. I realized I wasn't wearing any pants and immediately covered up with Miya's blanket. Sebastian looked at me in disappointment. That man could read me way too well.
"I'll get you some aspirin." He said duly, handing y/n the money. She was laughing so hard she was on the floor. Miya glared at her, which honestly made me quite upset. Sebastian came back, holding aspirin, a bottle of water, and some sweatpants with boxers.
"Thank you, Sebastian." I took it out of his arms, but he had to walk all the way to the side of the bed. I took the aspirin, downing the bottle of water.
"Can I have some privacy, ladies?" I asked, more meaning Miya than anything. I didn't want her to see anymore than she already had.
"Of course, I'll go make breakfast." Y/n said sweetly, but before she left, Miya spoke up.
"Do I have to? I've already seen and felt every inch of you." I glared at Miya, but I snuck a glance at y/n. She stopped in her tracks, one foot still behind her. She looked like she would puke. It was my fault. I felt bad, and that was very uncharacteristic of me. I honestly felt like a monster.
"Miya, I was drunk. GET. OUT!" My voice had raised to a yell. Even Sebastian jumped, and honestly I felt embarrassed that y/n had seen, well, heard that side of me. Sebastian put his hand on y/n's lower back, and escorted her out of the room. I must have scared her, or triggered something. Great. He shot me a glare. Miya stared at me. I rolled my eyes, and pushed her out of her bed, onto the floor. I quickly slipped my boxers on, and she got up. I stood up and slipped on my sweatpants.
"What the hell was that, James?" I cringed at my name. It didn't have the same meaning when Miya said it.
"Moriarty." I snapped.
"What?" She asked, honestly confused. I groaned. This is why I hate hiring females in the house. I was never nice to Miya before y/n, and yet she still tried to seduce me. Well, in my drunken state, she succeeded.
"I never gave you permission to call me James, it's Moriarty. So, get it right!" My voice was stern, and Miya was shaking. I didn't care.
"I just assumed since you let y/n-" She had no right to bring y/n's name up.
"You aren't her, now are you?" I snapped. Miya broke into tears, and I left the room, uncaring and cold. Y/n stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at me. How much had she heard. Her glare stopped me in my tracks.
"The bloody hell was that?" She shouted, her American accent clear. I looked away from her.
"That woman cares for you, Moriarty! She loves you! She gave you everything, and you threw it back at her face! So, you go back in there, and console her!" Did she call me Moriarty? I cringed at hearing her say that. Then I realized what she had just said, and my anger flourished. No one bosses me around. I climbed the stairs, and stood over
y/n. She had to look up at me, but she stood her ground, unflinching.
"Why should I?" I retorted. She honestly seemed shock for a second before glaring again. This time it seemed meaner. It was my turn to be shocked. I gulped.
"Because that's what people do! Human beings! I don't care who you think you are, without people who love and care for you, you are nothing! You do it, for the same reason you wish your father apologized, even once, after yelling at you, or hurting you!" My face twisted in hurt and shock, but she continued, a tear fell down her cheek and I felt like someone had stabbed me, the same feeling of when Scott threatened to kiss her.
"For the same reason why you yelled at her in the first place! Because you know it was your fault!" More tears, more stabs. A sob escaped her lips.
"For the same reason I'd want you to apologize if you'd done that to me!" She had to choke it out, and she said it through gritted teeth, and my face completely softened.
"She loves you James! Sebastian, her, and I, we love you! You're our family! We'd never do it to you, so we expect the same respect! You need us, Moriarty! And we need you!" She was shaking, and I had a feeling in my gut, and it hurt. It felt like what other's described as guilt. I looked at y/n's tear stained face, her shaking figure, her hair was clung to her cheeks. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I don't cry! I quickly turned away, and wiped the tears from my eyes, collecting myself. I nodded and walked back down the stairs, and to Miya's room. She was still crying, naked. I grabbed my jacket from her floor, and slipped it around her shoulders, closing it. I kneeled down next to her. She placed her head on my bare chest, and hugged me, letting tears slip from her eyes. I had no clue what to do. I looked over to the doorway, y/n had regained her confidence and was watching, making sure I did what I was supposed to.
"I apologize Miya, my head was pounding, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." I said it in a monotone voice, and if Miya wasn't desperate for an apology, it would've been clear that I was lying, and that I didn't care. I looked back over to y/n, and she smiled sadly, and motioned for me to hug Miya. I really didn't want to, it really isn't my thing, but I wrapped my arms around Miya's trembling figure, as her mascara stained my bare chest.
"Th-Thank you, James." I cringed at my name again, but kept quiet. It just wasn't the same when it wasn't y/n saying it.
"Jim." I offered softly. It's what other's had called me in the past, so it wasn't a big deal to me, and I felt Miya smiling into my chest.
"Jim." She corrected herself. Miya couldn't see, and I felt y/n put wrap her arms around my neck in a hug. She kissed my cheek lightly.
"See? Not so bad." She whispered in my ear so Miya couldn't hear. I smiled a her close proximity.
"Good job, for your first apology since becoming King." She whispered teasingly, my face flushed red, as Miya started stroking my chest. Y/n left. Miya looked up to me, and smiled. I gave a forced, crooked smile, and Miya stood up, and I joined her. She pulled her panties on, then a skirt from her drawer. She pulled my jacket around herself tighter. I didn't want t back, now, to say the least. Miya rushed up, and went on tip toes, and started kissing me, and pulled away.
"I-I'm sorry, Miya, uh, I have to go." I rushed out of her room, leaving Miya. So much for apologizing being a positive thing.
"So, did Miya forgive you?" Y/n called from the kitchen. She walked in with a couple plates of food and set one in front of me. I ran a hand through my hair. She sat sat down, and began eating, she was across from me.
"Yeah. Then she kissed me." I said nonchalantly. She stopped eating, and stared at me. She seemed hurt for a moment, then smiled her beautiful, sweet smile.
"Aww! That's so cute! I ship you two so much." My form went rigid.
"I don't like, Miya." I insisted, my voice sharp, y/n gave me a confused look.
"Then why'd you sleep with her? Or kiss her? Or any of this?" She was trying to get me to admit something that wasn't there.
"Sleep with her; drunk. Kiss her; umm, don't want to talk about it. Any of this; I have no idea. It seems so pointless now." I admitted. I didn't want to admit trying to make her jealous by kissing Miya. Then I'd have to admit I was jealous of Sebastian. He walked in.
"Hey, Sebby!" Y/n said sweetly. God, I hated when she called him that.
"Hey, Senpai!" He looked towards me, but I was still working on 'Senpai', "You apologized to Miya?" He was thoroughly confused, and with good reason. Senpai? What did 'senpai' mean?
"Yeah, he did." I decided to ignore it, for now.
"I don't see the point; I don't have feelings for her." I groaned. Y/n sent me a mean look.
"That's not why you apologize. You apologize, because she's your friend and you care for her." I nodded, pretending to understand. She smiled at me again, and I couldn't help smiling back. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect. Just a look from her could send me soaring, or crashing to the ground, and into hell's fire. What was it about her? I was pulled from my thoughts when Sebastian spoke.
"Wow, I'm shocked! Moriarty is speechless?" He laughed, and so did y/n. I sent a glare and they both shut up.
"Repeat, please? I got deep into thought for a client's problem." I explained.
"I said, if you don't like Miya, who do you like?" Sebastian did this on purpose. I blinked a few times.
"No one. I don't have sentiment." Y/n gave what I thought to be a defeated sigh, but I was probably imagining it.
"Y/n, could you go check in Miya, it's taking awhile." She nodded, and left. I continued eating. Damn, she could cook.
"So you deny that you like y/n?" Sebastian asked as if he wasn't accusing me of something.
"Of course I don't." I said it way too quickly, he smirked.
"Then why'd you kiss her last night? Why'd you insist on changing her into her sleepwear? Why'd you spare her in the first place?" I thought about it.
"I was drunk, and I thought she'd be useful, and I was right." Sebastian slammed his hands in the table.
"So you'll be fine when she goes to lunch with this 'Jeremy' character?" My head snapped up.
"Jeremy? That little twig? He could never be compared to me! Why would she go to lunch with him?!" Sebastian smirked.
"What was that about him never comparing to yourself? And was that jealousy in your voice?" He accused. I was taken aback as I went back through my words. He was right. They were the words of a jealous man. But that made no sense. I don't get jealous, because I don't feel. Y/n walked back in.
"Miya is deciding on an outfit." She smiled at Sebastian, then at me.
"You're going to lunch with Jeremy?" I said quickly. She narrowed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and cocked her head.
"No, why would I?" I was taken aback for a minute. I looked at Sebastian, and he had a smug smile, my eyes widened. I tried to control my anger.
"What?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Why would I go to lunch with Jeremy? His hacking skills are bad, at best." She laughed, and it immediately calmed me down. I finished my breakfast. I wanted to spend the day like this, talking to her, watching her smile and laugh. But I had to go through the files she got from my brother last night.
"Y/n, I need you to help me organize Scott's files." She stood up, and put her plate away.
"Okay, what do I need to do?" I thought about it. I shrugged.
"I just need some help, that's all." She nodded, and I turned, to go to my office. She followed me. I looked behind me through mirrors whenever I could. She was wearing athletic shorts, and a graphic tee with MCR and deep red roses all over it. Both were primarily black. Even in this comfortable wear, she looked flawless. Her h/l h/c hair was in a soft bun. She had very light makeup, just foundation and powder. I walked into my office, y/n trailing behind me. I sat in my chair and started scrolling through my computer files. She stood there, awkwardly.
"Any chance you could organize these for me, while I check on a few things on my phone?" She laughed lightly, and moved to the laptop. She crouched down, and stated typing. Her thigh grazed mine, and it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to focus on my phone, setting up meetings, and such, but with her right there, it seemed impossible. Her phone wrang, causing her to stand up. Her hips were level with my forehead. It was extremely uncomfortable, but in a way I didn't want her to move.
"Hello?" Her voice chimed.
"Tyler! Oh my gosh, what's up?" Tyler? That's a male name. Why is she talking to a guy?
"Wait- Hold on. You're in London? Awesome! Speedy's? Sure! Meet me at the one off sixth, in, about, what? An hour to go ready? Ok, cool. See you at 11!" She ended the call. An hour? To get ready?
"Who was that?" I asked, and even I had to admit I sounded a little upset.
"My old friend, Tyler! I had literally the biggest crush, like, ever on him! That was when we were like twelve, but it was a little embarrassing." She laughed, but my eyes were wide. She had liked this guy? Had they been a couple? Did she still secretly like him?
"Perhaps I could go with you," I offered, and she gave me a questioning look, "Scott knows who you are, it could be dangerous." She thought about it. She nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, that sounds great! You are one of my closest friends; it'd be fun!" Her smile grew, and I felt a smile grow and my own face.
"I'm your friend?" I asked. She laughed, and my heart sank.
"Of course you are! I live in your house, after all!" I joined in her laughter. She left to get ready, and I found myself wanting to make sure this, 'Tyler' guy, knew who his competition was. I picked out my nicest Westwood, and made sure my hair was impeccable, not a single stray hair. I shaved, and put on my cologne and after shave. I looked pretty good. I looked at the time, realizing 45 minutes had passed. I went to check on y/n. I knocked on her door. She came out, her dramatic makeup done with icy blue lipstick, and hair slightly curled. She wore a pair of black, lace tights, with black high-waist shorts, that hugged her figure perfectly. She had a Pan!c at the Disco band tee, that was black and icy blue. It matched her lips perfectly. It really made her e/c eyes pop. Did she really want to impress this guy? She hugged me, and I hugged her back, and she thanked me.
"You look amazing." I muttered, even though I knew she couldn't hear me.

-Your POV-
When James said he was coming, I wanted to look extra good. I even curled my hair. I saw James dressed in a recently ironed Westwood, and had done his hair. He smelled of his cologne, even stronger now, then it had been. I hugged him.
"Thank you, James!" He seemed surprised, but quickly got over it and wrapped his arms around me. He held me close. He muttered something that I couldn't hear. I pulled away, and led him outside. A car was waiting, and I hopped in, he clicked a few buttons on his phone, and MCR started playing through the speakers. He entered the car. I was giddy with excitement, and sang happily even to the most depressing songs. James being there made it all the better. He laughed with me after the end of every song.
"We're here." He said, rather reluctantly. He offered his arm and held the door, I gladly took it, but ran to Tyler when James opened the door. Tyler squeezed me in a tight embrace.
"How're you darling?" He said in a thick Brazilian accent, despite his pale complexion.
James came up behind me, looking ready to greet my old friend in a friendly way.
"I'm doing great! Gah, I missed you!" I pulled myself from the hug, but he kept his hands firmly around my waist for another minute. This threw James off, probably because he was just standing there awkwardly.
"So, who's your friend? He won't check me out, will he?" I rolled my eyes.
"Tyler, this is James, James this is Tyler."
"He can call me Moriarty, actually." He corrected me, and Tyler nodded.
"Alright, 'Moriarty' when'd you come out?" He was being serious, and James pulled a disgusted face.
"He's not gay." I corrected Tyler, James straightened his suit.
"Oh, well he didn't seem like your type, and all that product in his hair, I only assumed." He insulted.
"Tyler." I snapped.
"Her type?" James cocked a brow, "And her 'type' is?" He seemed very angry, and I didn't know what had gotten into Tyler, but I didn't like where this was headed.
"You know, intelligent, hot, dangerous." He was trying to describe himself.
"We aren't dating Tyler, he's my friend, and he may be insulted with you not calling him dangerous... Or intelligent." I sighed. James was glaring at Tyler, and Tyler smirked, rather pleased with something.
"Oh? And why is that?" He pushed.
"I am James, bloody, Moriarty! I am the KING of Crime!" James hissed.
"Oh, do you hack?" Tyler was genuinely interested, "Obviously you do, that's how she meets all her friends." He emphasized the word 'friends', but I had no clue why.
"Well, I don't. Guess I'm special." James had a friendlier face, but his tone still gave away the fact that he hated Tyler.
"Then how did you meet?" Tyler cocked an eyebrow. James stiffened, and looked away.
"My dad hired a hit man to torture and kill me, James is the world's only consulting criminal. Dad hired him, James decided to hire me instead of kill me, and I moved in." This caught Tyler's attention.
"Moved in?" James smirked at Tyler's nervous comment.
"Yeah, James owns a mansion type thing. I live there."
"With him?" Tyler pointed at James.
"Him, Sebastian, and Miya. We each have a separate room." I confirmed. James smirked again, and I was displeased with his actions, even if Tyler deserved it.
"Though him and Miya shared a room last night." I nudged James, and he looked utterly mortified.
"So he's dating Miya?"
"No." James snapped.
"No, we came home drunk from a meeting at James' brother's office, and Miya has a thing for him." Tyler furrowed his brow.
"I think that's enough catching up; Coffee?" James suggested, and I nodded. I walked around Tyler, and James followed suit. He put a hand on my lower back.
"I hate him." He muttered to me. I laughed lightly.
"I have no clue why he's being like this, he's usually so kind!" I whispered back. We got coffee and sat down.
"So, where did he find you?" Tyler asked, "Better question, HOW did he find you. You're usually so careful!"
"Dad told him." I shrugged. He nodded understandingly.
"I was at the abandoned warehouse down the street. I have an awesome lift there! I literally jumped thirty feet to greet him and his fleet of men!" I laughed, and so did Tyler. James smiled softly at the memory, and looked towards me. His eyes narrowed at my cup, and he bit the inside of his cheek.
"What is it?" I asked, putting the cup down.
"I hated that barista. He seemed so cocky." James commented nonchalantly. Tyler looked at the side of my cup.
"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I completely agree." They tapped their cups together in a 'cheers' motion, and started drinking. I was confused.
"I dunno. I thought he was kinda sweet. Not to mention cute." They both choked on their coffee.