Sherlock fan fiction part one

'Oh my glob Oh my glob Oh my glob' I thought as I stared at that golden 221B . I reached for the doorknob, my sweaty palms shaking, and turned it. 'No way , its actually unlocked' I slowly pushed the heavy
green door open and saw the old staircase. 'I cant believe im actually in Sherlock Holmes flat!' I cautiously closed the door and tip toed to the staircase "Hello....anybody home" I whispered as I started to
climb the staircase, every step creaking under my weight. Thats when I heard it, the music. It moved and swayed with emotion and immideatly gave me chills. 'He's here. Oh no oh no' but i didnt
stop my climb, the music was pulling me in and just the thought of meeting Sherlock , even under the curcamstances, was just to much to make me leave. I got to the top and gasped , the flats door
was open and I could actually see him, the back of him anyways. He was wearing a noticably tight purple shirt and dark black slacks with pointed dress shoes. he had a violinn propped on his shoulder
as he swayed with the music he was making. I practically swooned. I knew for a fact that John was out because his car was gone, this was the perfect opprotunity to get a closer look. I , very very slowly,
walked forward. trying to not make a sound as I checked him out. 'What am i doing?!? Im going to get caught, I need to leave now!' but i obviously didnt listen to myself. I mean how could i?
Sherlock, the amazingly smart and handsome detective , was standing 15 feet in front of me. I took a deep breath as I stepped even closer as he continued to sway to his own music. I was 5 feet way
from this man-god and my pulse was through the roof. "I know your here" He said suddenly as he spun around to face me. I jumped ten feet in the air and made a un-human squeal , his eyes looked like
sparkling seawater mixed with angels tears. He was probably the most gorgeous man I had ever seen , and I just made an animal noise in front of him -_- " 16 year old american with three dogs a cat
and hamster. obviously not a reporter just a wild fan seeking my signature perhaps?" He said with a smirk as he placed his vilolin on the sofa. I stood there speechless, unable to make a sound.
" So Baylee are you going to say something?" he raised his brow in a strangly concieted way. "H-how did you k-know my name?" I stammered, but obviously I knew. This is what he was famous for, he could
take one look at a person and tell you everything about them. I was giddy with excitment. "Its written on the tag of your jacket, so are you going to tell me why your here or not?" he smirked again knowing
that I was amazed by him. " I...I um.. im just a r-really big fan of your work and wanted to see you for myself" I whispered , blushing bright red. "Well what do you think?" he said as he turned in a circle so I
could see all sides of him. He stopped facing me , with yet again , a smirk. I felt the childish need to outwit him. "Not as great as I expected" I countered . He chuckled quietly "We both know thats not true"
He looked me directly in the eye and I completly lost it "u-umm well...so um could i just..umm maybe get a p-picture with you?" I barely whispered, my hands shaking again, how could any human possibly
be this handsome?? "Ugh fine but what good will a picture do you? id rather take you out for tea and then maybe you can explain yourself properly?" he grabbed his coat and headed for the door, not waiting
for an answer. I stood there stunned for a moment before I finally gathered myself again and turned for the door. 'Am I actually going to get tea with Sherlock Holmes!? I must be dreaming' I was out the door
and in a cab with him before I knew it. The whole cab was awkwardly quiet but Sherlock didnt seem to notice, I finally found the curage to say something "I..really liked the music you were playing"
"That you heard when you broke in? Its just a piece im compossing" He sounded very distant, like he could be doing better things right now. And I knew he could, thats when it occured to me
'Why is he taking me, a woman that just broke into his flat, out for tea?'. chapter 1 end