(A/N: Picture is Bellossom)

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Sherlock breathes in and out (in and out, in and out) slowly, the world ad people around him dissolving out of existence as he homes in on the video in front of him. There was no way that the lump in the bed could be anyone but him. His curls are spilling over the top of the cover, the dark colour of them looking darker than ever next to the pure white sheets of Jim's bed. 

He taps the play button and turns his phone on it's side, expanding the video into full screen. He takes a sharp breath when it loads and Jim appears with a large, adorable, lopsided grin on his face. 

"Hey, guys" He stages whispers, as if someone is asleep. He gives a small wave to the camera before he looks off screen and smirks. "So... I know that I promised you guys a tour of this fabulous hotel but the scary girl frightened me so much I gave up on that idea and decided that instead, I'd just show you my bed." He winks and then crowds close to the camera, stage whispering again "I did promise after all"

The camera then cuts to the bed, showing the side that Sherlock hadn't slept on at first. Music plays, the intro of George Micheal's Careless Whisper and then it suddenly screeches to a halt and comes up with the lump that Sherlock knows is him. In the background the well known shout of "Who's that Pokémon?!" is heard and Sherlock can't help but giggle. 

Sherlock's actually impressed by the amount of editing Jim did in a single night. 

"Now, I'm sure you all want the name of this sleeping beauty and I'm sure you all want to see his gorgeous face - but I can't do that because he's not awake to say he's all right with that. He's super cute, though... Like Bellossom" Jim laughs as the camera stays on Sherlock. 

Then the red turns red and a shadow appears, along with the Pokémon logo. "It's Bellossom!" shouts Ask and his friends in the background before the camera goes back to Sherlock sleeping. 

Sherlock chuckles again. Jim is such a nerd. He loves Pokémon, anything Nintendo and he plays Yu-Gi-Oh. 

"Look at those curls" Jim laughs, off screen. "There's no way someone has those curls and isn't cute!"

The camera stays on Sherlock for a few more minutes before it cuts to Jim sitting again, a soft smile on his face. "So that was the cutie I found in my bed, guys. I wish I could show you all how cute he is but I wanted to surprised him with this video. I hope I get to see him watch it, he's cute when he blushes. All right. Jim out" He salutes the camera before the video comes to an end. 

Sherlock's hyperventilating, trying to process all the things Jim had called him.

Beauty. Gorgeous. Cute. Cutie. CUTIE! 

Sherlock's not sure what his facial expression is as he turns to John, mouth having fallen open as he tries to find the words to accurately describe his emotions. John braces himself, knowing when Sherlock couldn't find the words to describe how he felt for Jim, he'd hit you to get the point across. 

John carefully pats Sherlock's knee, forgetting that Sebastian was filming. "It's okay. Just breathe, Sherlock" 

"John..." Sherlock murmurs, gesturing vaguely to the phone and sucking in a breath. "Jim just... Oh my... Fuck. All the Subject are going to..." He continuously trails off, not completing a single sentence. It was better than being hit. 

Then Sherlock just shuts down without any warning, staring at the black screen of his phone. 

"Is he all right?" Sebastian asks after a few moments

John nods. "He does this often. Shut out the world and loses himself to thought for hours on end. Nothing to worry about... probably"

Sherlock presses the button on his phone to stop recording, sliding his phone away. "What do we do?"

"Nothing he can do but leave him and wait for him to come around" 

Sebastian smirks. "You know him well"

"Since the age of eleven, yeah"

"Met in secondary school, then?" asks the YouTuber. 

John nods again. "Yep"

Sebastian looks to Sherlock, who was still staring at the blank screen of his phone, and just watches for a few moments, partly expecting him to suddenly jump and shout to scare him... or to maybe blink. At least blink. 

He then stands and grins at John. "Air hockey? Fiver says you can't get beat me"

John jumps up immediately. "You're on!"

*

"Hello?" Jim asks, walking along with a spring in his step as he answers the phone. 

He's met with silence and he instantly slows down, balled his free hand into a fist and grits his teeth. 

"I'm not stupid, you know?" He hisses down the line. "I know it's you... Just leave me the hell alone, okay?!" 

A deep, dark chuckle emits from the phone before the line goes dead. Jim suddenly feels like someone's watching him. Jim's eyes dart around him and he pulls his jacket closer to himself, a shiver running down his spine. He hurries to the room he'd left Sherlock in earlier in the day. 

Cheers echo from the room and when Jim enters he's met with an odd sight. 

John, Sherlock's friend, is dancing some weird jiggly dance that involves too much butt shaking (pfft, no, Jim's eyes did not wander) and his butt shaking is aimed at his best friend, Sebastian, who hands over a crisp five pound note with a fond smile. 

Jim raises his eyebrow and guesses they made a bet. If the air hockey mallet in John's hand is anything to go by, Jim would say that they bet on who won a game of air hockey. Jim wasn't surprised. Sebastian talked a big game but he was rubbish at it. Although, Sherlock was worse and that was just hilarious. Jim had watched them play a game earlier in the day. God, Sherlock was terrible but that just made Jim think he was cute.

Speaking of the cutie... 

Jim looks around the room and he spots Sherlock sitting on the sofa by himself. Frowning, Jim makes his way up to him. 

"Hey" He says. No answer. Sherlock was staring blankly at his phone. So Jim waves his hand in front of Sherlock's eyes. "Hello? Anyone in there? I'm looking for William Sherlock Scott Holmes"

He still gets no answer. He pouts. Was Sherlock ignoring him? 

Jim tenses. Oh, no.. What if he saw the video and was angry about it? Jim didn't show his face give his name but maybe Sherlock pissed that he'd been filmed in his sleep (even Jim had to admit it was a bit creepy when you think about it that way).

"Sherlock?" Jim asks, feeling nervous now. He gently shakes Sherlock arm, preparing to say an apology. 

Sherlock interrupts him, however, by suddenly flinching. His head snaps up to stare at Jim and he lets out a small whine. He blushes as he rolls his shoulder, eyes on Jim. 

Sherlock licks his lips (pfft, no, Jim did not trace the movement with his eyes). "I, uh, how long have you been.. um... there?"

Jim smiles softly. "Not long"

Sherlock nods, standing. Even if he was taller than Jim, he was still adorable. That rosy blush.. Those big blue.green/grey eyes - Jim really could not decide what colour they are. 

"G-good" Sherlock stutters. 

"Ah!" A cry is sudden heard from the hockey table. Jim glances to see John beaming at them. "Sherlock decided to join us again"

Lots of people in the room laugh and Jim can't help but feel jealous he's not getting the joke. 

Jim raises an eyebrow at Sherlock as he mumbles something about hating John and throwing him off cliffs. 

Sherlock then grins at Jim, full force. The change from moody to cheerful almost knocks him off his feet. He really had to work to keep up with him. 

"You made a video about me!" He says, eyes closing he was smiling that much. 

Jim nods, the worry that Sherlock angry leaking away. "I did. Like it?"

"You called me gorgeous and a.. a cutie" 

"Well, mummy always taught me not to lie" Jim chuckles. 

Sherlock blushes softly but he doesn't loo as awkward about blushing as he normally does. Jim smiles at that, pleased that Sherlock wasn't feeling as out of place around him. He didn't want to sound like he had a big head or to blow his own trumpet but it was pretty clear Sherlock had been crushing on him since before they met.

It was a nice feeling to know that Sherlock slowly slipping out of that I'm-meeting-my-idol mentality and in to the I'm-with-a-friend mentality instead.

"You do realise how all your fans are going to take all of that, right?" Sherlock says, chewing his lower lip for a moment. "I mean.. I was in your bed. You said all those things..."

Jim nods. "I know" then he shrugs "but I'm not too bothered what they think, you're my friend and I mess about with all my friend like that. Although, I think you're cute in a total ot friend way" He winks. 

Sherlock's cheeks explode into a crimson red. "Th-thank you" He said, giddy with excitement at both part of that statement. The friend part and the not a friend part.

"I know this place-" Jim starts only to get interrupted as the two of them are surrounded by Sherlock's friends, Irene and Sebastian. 

"We're going to a bar" Molly announces. 

"Just down the road" Irene adds 

"You're both coming with us" John and Sebastian says at the same time, obviously reversed. 

John takes hold of Sherlock's arm and Sebastian takes hold of Jim's. Neither get the chance to argue.