Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warning: none

You nibbled your thumbnail as you paced back and forth. Every creak of the flat making your head shoot up, only to find nothing there. You sighed, you and Sherlock had gotten into a fight, and he stormed out. You glanced at the clock.

11:00pm

He'd been gone for 5 hours. The only sound that could be heard was the heavy rain beating down on the window. You replayed the conversation in your head over and over, poiting out each thing you did wrong, the heavy burden of guilt weighed on your shoulders.

* 5 Hours Ago*

"Honestly Y/N, I don't see why your so annoyed."

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!"

"Please Calm Down."

"NO! I will NOT calm down, Bloody Hell Sherlock! I put up with expirements, I accept the fact that I will never get the same kind of attention that you see in couples that walk down the street. But you could at least remember the day that you took me as your wife!" Tears were streaming down your cheeks, everything inside of you exploded. Every feeling, every annoyance, it all came out. "I love you Sherlock Holmes, but sometimes I wonder if you ever feel the same way!!! I know that your a fucking sociopath! But would it hurt you to even say I love you?! You are apparently incapable of feeling anything so you might aswell just leave!!!"

Sherlock looked at you for a moment, stunned.

"Sherlock? Y/N? Is everything alright?" Mrs. Hudson's voice sounded from downstairs. "I hear shouting."

"Don't worry Mrs. Hudson. We're done here." Your turned away from Sherlock and stomped off to your room, throwing yourself on your and Sherlock's bed. You grabbed your pillow and sobbed, your heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Good Riddance.

***

You continued to pace and watch the clock, he wouldn't actually leave, would he? You plopped down on the couch, burying your face in your hands.

Sherlock had left you.

Fresh tears formed, sobs racked your body. The only thing that could break your flow of emotions was the sound of the front door opening. A certain long legged detective, you practically fell off the couch in an attempt to make it to your feet. "Sherlock I-"

You were cut off by a warm embrace from the detective, a rare thing indeed. You wrapped your arms around him as you heard his deep baritone in your ear. "I'm sorry."

Two words.

That's all they were.

They didn't seem like much, but you knew he meant them, and the fact that he said them in the first place was a wonder in itself. As angry as he made you, you couldn't help but forgive him. If being with Sherlock Holmes meant dealing with heads in the fridge and explosions at midnight, well, it was worth it.

A/N hiiiiiiii, okay so i am not dead (yay) I've been busy and lacking inspiration. Sorry! I'm going to try and be more active with updates, my goal is two every weekend. I have 20 unfinished drafts that need to be finished but I don't know how. Requests are always open! Send me a PM with a request or to simply chat cause I love interacting with you guys.

Before I go can someone Fangirl with me, I've just had the biggest Dan and Phil marathon I've ever had. Watching amazing Dan, Phil is not on firs, various gaming videos, omg Phan is making me all giddy and I'm gonna explode.

Bye for now!

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