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My greatest weakness

A Sherlock Holmes Imagine…

*Y/N POV*

Your eyes opened slowly when the morning sunlight entered your bedroom. A groan left your mouth, when your hand went to touch the empty space next to you. Great. He surely didn’t come home last night. You thought as your feet met the cold floor. A light feeling of sickness hit you when suddenly you ran to the bathroom in a rush - just like several other mornings lately. Just as you finished throwing up, you thought about the possibility of caring a micro scoping human in your stomach. A thought you quickly wanted to go away. You didn’t have time for a baby, and Sherlock sure wasn’t going to be happy about the responsibility. Actually you thought that Sherlock would be angry or out of his mind, if the two of you were going to be parents. Heck, his cases are his babies. A frown had formed on your face, when you realized that you were still sitting on the floor of the bathroom. You had to know that the chance of caring a baby wasn’t there.

Small quick steps could be heard on the almost empty street. The stores had only just opened, but you couldn’t wait for an answer. You had to know now. When you reached the store, you made sure to get at least 3 pregnancy tests, just to be entirely sure. The cashier had a strange look on her face, when she saw the tests, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You paid and headed home.

Mrs. Hudson was at the door by the time you reached 221B Bakerstreet. “Oh hello dear”, she said in her sweet voice. You loved Mrs. Hudson - always so caring and curious. But you didn’t feel like talking. “Hello Mrs. Hudson - I really don’t have time for a talk right now. I’m sorry”, you said trying not to sound worried or sad though it was hard. Your hand touched the door to your apartment ever slightly, not wanting Sherlock to be home right now. Luckily he was still out, so you quickly ran to the bathroom, took the first test and waited for the result. Positive. Crap. You moved on to the next test and waited. Positive. No, god, no. You took the last one and hoped to the finish that it was negative. It felt like centuries went by as you waited for the final result. Positive… Shit. That was the only thought as you stared at the test result. Just as your thinking about how to say it to Sherlock, your ears caught the sound of the door smacking. It was that way Sherlock would’ve shot door, when something was up. “Y/N! Where are you?” you heard Sherlock shout. You froze. Right there on the bathroom floor. “Y/N? Are you okay? Mrs. Hudson was worried about you”. You could tell he was looking for you. You breathed in and rose to your feet. Your hand dried the one tear that was falling down your cheek, before you unlocked the door and went into the living room. And there he stood. Your lovely boyfriend, who might not be perfect, but he was yours - at least still for some time. “Oh there you are darling. You should’ve been with me to this absolutely wonderful case. It was fantastic. There was this body in the middle of nowhere and…”. You cut him off. “Sherlock…”. He stopped with a questioned look, not used to be cut off by you. “I - I really have to tell you something…”. “It’s obvious that you are nervous, so it must be something significant”, he said with his deductive face expression. A light nod came from your silent frame. You breathed in before the words left your slightly pink lips: “I’m pregnant”. It felt like forever before Sherlock responded with panic in his voice. “And you are sure it belongs to me? Right of course it does… Oh wauw, I feel so strange… I’m not used this… I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from my feelings. But lately my body has been betraying me, Y/N. First John… Then I met you. I can’t be weak, I can’t feel weak, but my love to you… And now this”. He sat with his head in his hands. You didn’t exactly know what to answer, but you wanted to try anyway. “Sherlock… I’m sorry. I really am. But it is our responsibility now…”, you tried. The room went silent for a couple of minutes. “You know what darling… You are right. If we can make a human being, then we can take care of it together!”, he said as he went for a drink. As he grabbed the glass his hand shook. “Oh look…. I’m afraid”, he held the glass high before taking a sip. You smiled as his insecurity, which is a side you had never seen before. You walked towards him and gave him the biggest hug. “I’m here Sherlock… We are doing this together - and you are going to be the perfect high functioning sociopath father who has ever existed”, you comforted as you felt him calm down in your arms. He pulled away with an insecure smile on his face as he calmly placed his hand on your belly, still shaking a bit though. He smiled and placed his head on your shoulder. “I hope so my love, because I can’t live without you. And I probably can’t live without this little human either”, he whispered in your ear. “I think I have found my greatest weakness”.

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The fall

A Sherlock Holmes imagine...

*Background story*

You and Sherlock had been dating for a while and you were the first besides John Watson that Sherlock had shown his feelings for. He had been busy with different cases lately, but his mind was wrapped around Moriarty, which made you annoyed. He didn’t talk about anything else than his arch-enemy.

 *Now*

You sat with John at Bakerstreet 221B. The apartment of Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock were out, probably solving a case. You really didn’t bother to figure out where your boyfriend possibly could be. It was one of those things you were about to get used to. John sat in his chair reading the newspaper and you sat in Sherlocks chair looking at your phone. Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing filled the silence room. It wasn’t yours, but when you looked up you saw John reaching for his phone in his pocket. “Hallo”, he said neutrally still looking at the newspaper he holds with the other hand. All of a sudden the paper fell to his lap and he looked at you with concern. “Mycroft?”. It didn’t happen often that Mycroft would call over the cell phone, so it sure caught your attention. The phone call was quick and when John hung up he grabbed his jacket before he said, “it’s about Sherlock. We have to go, Y/N”. No words were returned from your mouth. You just quickly followed John out the door and onto the streets before the two of you got into a taxi.

When you arrived, John called Sherlock. “Hallo? Is everything alright?”, John asked as his feet carried him quickly over the cold asphalt, you right behind him. John turned around confused as he asked, “where?”. Worry was shown all over his face which affected you. You had no clue about what was going on. Suddenly John stopped as he looked around still confused. “Sherlock?” it fell from his lips. He looked up and you followed his movements. A loud gasp came from your mouth and your hands went to cover your lips. “Oh god…”, you heard John say before the world around you became silence. Your attention was on Sherlock, who was standing at the top of a high building. His feet were touching the edge, making your heart pound hard in your chest. Tears started to fall from your eyes as shock hit you. John put the phone away from his ear and put Sherlock on speaker so you could follow the conversation. You couldn’t help yourself, but ask, “what is going on, Sherlock?”. Silence filled the air for a moment, but for you it felt like a lifetime. “An apology”, he answered not seeming affected by the situation at all. “It’s all true… Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty”. You just stood there, in the middle of the street, staring at your boyfriend. Before you could say anything, John said, “Why are you saying this?”. “I am a fake!”, you heard Sherlock answer. You could hear he was about to cry. Not once had you seen Sherlock cry and the fact that you couldn’t hug him now didn’t make the situation easier. “Sherlock…”, you tried, but he cuts you off. “The newspaper was right all along”. Now it was Johns turn to try and cut Sherlock off. “Sherlock…”. But Sherlock continued to speak, “I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly… Tell everyone, who will listen that I created Moriarty for my own purposes”. You looked at John, but his focus was fully on the man standing at the top of the building. “Okay Sherlock, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met, the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right!?”, John said and you could feel his anger build up, just wanting Sherlock to get down from that building safely. You followed John, “yeah Sherlock. The first we met you knew things about me that I didn’t even know”. “Nobody is that clever, Y/N”, Sherlock responded, his voice still filled with sadness. “Yes, you are”, John tried. “I researched you… Everything I discovered, I did to impress you”, his voice was beginning to be raspy probably because of the tears that formed in his eyes. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel the tears through his voice. “John, you know I appreciate that you are my best friend even though I don’t always show it”. John nodded, but he couldn’t get a single word out. “Y/N… I’ve never said this to anyone before, but I love you. I have never felt this way for anybody, but I am glad that it is you who got to hold my heart”, his voice softened up and tears were streaming down your face like a waterfall. You started to walk towards the building, but Sherlock stopped you as he said, “Stop there”. “But Sher…”, You cried out, not knowing what to do. “Can you do this…?”, Sherlock asked. John and you looked confused at each other. “This phone call is my letter… Isn’t that what you do?”, he asked once again. None of you said anything, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know what to respond.  “I love you…”, he whispered. A low “I love you too”, left you lips before silence filled the air. “Goodbye”, it suddenly came from the speaker. Panic filled both of you and you yelled all at once, “No, no, no no no no, Sherlock, please”. You could see Sherlock throwing the phone away before his body fell and you broke into weeping, feeling like your inside fell apart. John ran towards the place where Sherlock landed. You couldn’t move and the last thing you heard was John screaming the name of Sherlock louder and louder before all the noise was replaced by silence and your head was spinning before it all turned black.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this. Part 2 will be out soon.

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When love is complicated

A/N: This is a requested imagine with John Watson

A John Watson imagine...

*John POV*

There she is. Just casually walking into the apartment of Sherlock Holmes. I feel sweat creep into my palms and without thinking I dry them off in the fabric of my pants. The heat slowly rises to my cheeks as well and I’m not really sure whether the others in the room notice. I certainly hope not. “Hi Sherlock”, she says and puts a strand of hair behind her ear before making eye contact with me. Oh god… Those eyes. The heat comes fast to my cheeks now and I quickly look down at the floor, hoping deeply that she doesn’t notice. “Hi John”, she says sweetly and I feel those beautiful eyes looking at me. I take a deep breath before looking up and giving her a confident smile. She returns it. In one smooth movement she takes off her coat and puts down on the couch. Her hand puts the same strand of hair behind her once again before she speaks up, “I will make us a cup of tea”. It was not a question, she had decided to make all three of us – and probably Mrs. Hudson too – a cup of tea. I loved that about her. So caring and sure in herself. She walked into the kitchen, my eyes following her close.

“John!”, Sherlock says a bit too loud for my liking. I turn around to see him with his violin, standing by the window. I just look at him before sighing. “What?”, I ask trying to control the annoyance in my voice. “You love her”, he says, again a bit too loud. My eyes grow big as I step closer to the tall sociopath in front of me. “Be quiet”, I say as I glance towards the kitchen to make sure Y/N didn’t hear the little remark coming from the mouth of Sherlock. Luckily she is humming a melody to herself and I state that she hasn’t heard. My eyes meet the curly haired man again before I sigh and look down. “Yes, Sherlock. I may have feelings for her. And it is not appropriate since she is 19, I know that, and she probably thinks I am way too old anyway, but I really do love Y/N and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it, but somehow in some way I will – hopefully”, it falls from my lips not even thinking about what I just said. Sherlock smiles before looking out the window again and starts playing. Well, he can’t help me anyway. I turn around and see Y/N standing there. Next to my chair, with two cups of tea in her hands. It seems like she is frozen, in shock by the words she had just heard coming from me a second ago. How stupid can a man be? To stand only feet away from the only girl that holds my heart and spill out my feelings for her. She probably won’t ever talk to me again. She will leave not only me, but also Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson. She will want to be so far from me that she’s sure, she will never have to face me again. My thoughts are cut off to the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs. She has left 221B Bakerstreet for the last time.

*The day after*

*Your POV*

You lay on the couch in your apartment in a pair of jogging trousers, watching the news… Or you weren’t really paying attention to the television. Your thoughts are focused on the words that came from John Watson the day before. He had just announced his feelings for you. It had taken you all night to understand what actually happened yesterday. Shock had hit you the second you heard John say the three meaningful words. I love Y/N. Those words had been on repeat since you left Bakerstreet. You snap out of your thoughts when your phone buzz again. It was John. He had tried to get through to you all night, but you hadn’t managed to answer him. How could you respond, when you are not sure about your feelings for him? You had to admit to yourself that you have feelings for him, but are they really that strong. Love is a very strong word. You don’t want to use it, if you aren’t even sure if that is how you feel. Another message tick in on your phone. Enough, you thought and grab your coat to head off to Bakerstreet.

*John POV*

I was sat in my chair. The same chair that Y/N had been standing next to, when she heard it. She had heard it all. My heart is twisting in my chest as the thought of never seeing Y/N again cross my mind. I hadn’t got any sleep all night. I had been up to text Y/N, but without receiving any answer. Sherlock had tried to calm me down and cheer me up in his own special way, but without any luck. After all, it was his fault that I had lost Y/N. Finally, he had given up and made Mrs. Hudson do the job while he continued playing the violin, glancing at me time to time.

My head is facing my hands when quick footsteps sound from the hallway. I don’t really bother, thinking it’s another client for Sherlock. “John?” a careful, but recognisable voice sounds form the doorway. My head snaps up and my eyes meet those beautiful yet tired eyes I have a deeply love for. Slowly I rise from the spot in my chair. “Y/N?”, I almost whisper. It is more a question than a statement. Could it really be her? A smile spreads on her lips as her name leaves my lips. “John, I have really been thinking about this… The things you said yesterday. I have feelings for you too, but I haven’t really admitted it to you, not even to myself. I’m not really sure why, maybe I’m just scared, because love is such a strong word, you know?”, she says. It is the first time I see her a bit unsure, but I don’t blame her. I have put her in a terrible situation. Wait. Did she just say that she has feelings for me too? I cut the contact my eyes have with the floor and look up at her with a careful smile on my lips. A moment of silence fills the room as Sherlock quietly walks into the kitchen. Probably to get a cup of tea – or just to escape this awkward situation. “I’m willing to try, John. If you want?”, she says with a bit more confident. I can’t say anything. I just step closer to her and hug her tightly. Finally holding the love of my life in my arms.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading. I’m still taking any requests.

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Anxiety attacks

A/N: Hi everyone. Before you read this, I just want to mention that this imagine is about anxiety attacks and may for some people be a bit scary.

A Sherlock Holmes imagine…

You were sat at the home of your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. A book had caught your attention in the couch, while Sherlock was playing his violin at the window, thinking about the new case. A murder. John was in the kitchen reading the newspaper. You were so focused on the book that you didn’t notice Sherlock had stopped playing. It was first, when he started to ramble on about the crime scene that your eyes left the book to look at your black-haired boyfriend. The passion shined in his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile. Sherlock sure didn’t notice, when he kept on talking. A moment passed by, when he paused and looked around. “…We have to go to the crime scene!”, it suddenly came from the curly haired man standing in front of you. When Sherlock used the word ‘we’ you thought he meant him and John, so you looked down at the book in your lap and began reading again, not saying anything. You felt eyes watching you and looked up again, only to see Sherlock staring at you with a questioning look on his face. “What?”, you asked not knowing why he wasn’t at the crime scene yet. John was by the door taking his coat on, watching the two of you. “I want you to come with us Y/N”, Sherlock said. Shock spread in your eyes. Sherlock had never, in the 6 months you had been together by now, asked you to come with him to a crime scene before. Your eyes fell on John, who looked just as shocked as you, but his expression quickly turned into a smile. No words came from your mouth, and Sherlock looked at John shortly before looking back at you. You began to stutter, “I… Um…” before you said a sentence that made sense to the two boys in the room. “I… Let’s go then”. You smiled excited, yet nervous at Sherlock and he, of course, saw the nervousness in you, but he didn’t know what to do, so he pretended like he didn’t see it. You put down the book and grabbed your jacket before the three of you headed outside.

Once you were at the crime scene, the nervousness spread throughout your body again, and this time Sherlock took your small hand in his big one before he whispered in your ear, “it will be alright. I promise I’ll protect you, Y/N”. The sound of his voice made you calm down a bit and you actually looked forward to see Sherlock in action. As you walked inside the house of the crime scene, you noticed that the body hadn’t been removed yet. Blood could be seen everywhere and an awful smell crawled up your nose. Sherlock walked towards the body purposeful, still holding your hand in his. John followed close behind you.

When Sherlock and you reached the body, he let go of your hand so he could deduce the body closely. John walked up to stand right next to you. He had a serious countenance plastered on his face as he watched Sherlock doing his job. You followed your boyfriend’s every move as you made sure not to touch anything. The thought of death mixed with the vision and smell of the body in front of you, made the air feel thin. You felt like you couldn’t breath and started to gasp for breath. This kept on going for a while until you started to feel dizzy from gasping for air that much. You tried to relax. That should help you, the psychologist had told you. But this time it didn’t help. You couldn’t relax at all and it was like death was sneaking in on you.

John was the first to notice your struggle with breathing and quickly called after Sherlock, who was concentrated on the body and the case. He turned around and was about to tell John to stop talking, when his eyes caught your weak figure. “Y/N!”, he said and ran to you. “Y/N”, he whispered when he was so close to you that you could be held in his arms. “What is happening?”, he desperately asked. You tried to tell him, but it only came out in half sentences before you felt like you had to gasp for breath again. “I am… Suffering from… anxiety attacks”, you said and put a hand on Sherlock’s chest, not feeling like being hugged right now. The small space and the feeling of being trapped released more anxiety attacks and you didn’t want that. It was embarrassing enough that he had to see you like this in the first place. Both of his hands was around your arms making sure you didn’t fall and he was intensely looking at you. After a couple of minutes, you started to calm down and the anxiety attacks disappeared as time passed. Sherlock hugged you tightly when you finally let him.

When the two of you came home, you told him all about the anxiety attacks and how it started. Sherlock was surprised that he hadn’t noticed it before. After all he is Sherlock Holmes. You just giggled and smiled sweetly at him, finally happy that you had told him about your attacks and how he should react if he experiences another one of your anxiety attacks.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m taking any request that you guys may have:)

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Forgotten part 3

A/N: Hi everyone, so here is part 3 of forgotten. Sorry if it is a bit too long - I got carried away:) Enjoy.

A Sherlock Holmes imagine...

A day had passed by since Sherlock had gotten his brilliant idea and he hadn’t eaten or slept since. John and Mrs. Hudson knew not to interrupt him, when he was in this mood even though they were both very curious about what he was doing. Especially Mrs. Hudson was curious about what the curly haired man now had on his mind. At the moment Sherlock was playing the violin in front of his window, but he had been stumping around the apartment several times, writing things down and sat with his computer. Only he knew what was going on his mind and he didn’t like it. Feelings were hitting him like a train, and he had a rough time admitting he loved you in the first place. Now love, fear, sadness and confusion haunted him like crazy. He was trying to block them out, but they kept on coming back to him.

His hair was a mess by the time John came through the door with two cups of coffee in his hands. He watched Sherlock playing his violin as the melody filled his ears. A melody he seemed to remember. “So… Sherlock”, John started out carefully still holding the two cups in his hands. Sherlock stopped playing and turned around to look at him, obviously still thinking. John stared at him for a moment before he spoke up, “Are you okay? You haven’t been present the last 24 hours and you haven’t even mentioned Y/N’s na…”. He was cut off by Sherlock, who now had placed his violin down and was walking towards him as he said, “Okay? I’m perfectly fine, John”. He stopped in front of John and looked down at one of the cups before looking up at John again. His hand grabbed the cup and he took a sip. “And we have to visit Y/N today. Actually we are going right now”, he said and got his coat and scarf before grabbing his computer. John wondered which role the computer played in all this, but quickly shook it off as he knew he was going to find out later. They got into a taxi and drove off to the hospital. John could feel that Sherlock’s mood had been lifted since yesterday and he hoped that whatever plan Sherlock had on his mind, it would work.

*At the hospital*

 Sherlock walked straight to the door of the room you were resting in, not paying attention to the lady in the white coat at all this time. He opened the door to the room just like yesterday and saw your figure on the bed. You were not sleeping this time. She must be in recovery, Sherlock thought smiling to himself before his expression turned serious again. The door made a small sound, when John closed it behind him, which caught your attention. You smiled when you saw your friend John standing in the room, but the strange man still confused you. He did seem familiar every time you caught a sight of him. Sherlock didn’t hesitate when he walked straight to your bed and placed the computer in your lap. Your eyes caught his and Sherlock stopped his movement. He looked into your eyes. It hurt him to see that you really didn’t remember him even though he sensed a bit of recognition in your soft eyes. But the love that used to fill your eyes, when you looked at him was gone. He shook his head and moved his gaze to the computer, a sad expression taking over his face. His finger pressed a button and a melody started playing. The same melody that John had heard back at Baker Street only a few moments ago. You looked up at the strange man in confusion while you let the melody fill your head. You could of have sworn that you had heard the melody somewhere before. And Sherlock could see that you recognised his violin play. You let your eyes rest on the computer screen which were filled with pictures of the stranger and a girl that sure looked like you. A smile spread across Sherlock’s lips and he quickly gazed back at John who nervously stood behind him waiting for some sort of response from you. “I swear I have heard this before…” it suddenly came from your mouth. “…But I don’t know where… And I’m pretty sure that this girl is me, but I can’t remember ever taking pictures with you”, you said and pointed at the strange man. The smile disappeared from Sherlock’s lips and he stopped the melody from playing on his computer. “Y/N, love. I know you remember me. Somewhere in there I’m still a part of your life. Usually I don’t share my feelings, you know that… Or you did. And I sure don’t beg people, but… please Y/N. How can I possibly make you remember me”, Sherlock said and John could tell tears where forming in his eyes. You could clearly see that this man wanted you to remember him, and the things he had showed you were all things your brain recognised, but you had no idea where from. So maybe it was possible that this man was a big part of your life? If just there were some more proof, you thought. John looked at Sherlock who sighed deeply putting his hands in the pockets of his coat. “Maybe I can convince you in one way…” he almost whispered. And then he started to deduce you. He came around everything in your life. Secrets that you had never told anyone in your life was formed in words and came out his mouth. Memories from your childhood was brought up and information about your family was swung out into the air. When the last word had left his lips, you just sat there. Not moving, not saying anything. You just sat there looking at him with your mouth open wide. “How on earth did you do that?”, you asked still in some sort of shock. He shrugged. “I simply observed… And then I know you”, he said. Suddenly pieces came into place in your mind and you remembered someone had done this to you before. The curly hair. Those eyes. The violin playing and the melody. The deduction. Everything make sense now, you thought. A careful “Sherlock…” left your mouth. “Sherlock Holmes”, you repeated yourself. A big smile was shown on Sherlock’s lips making small wrinkles show around his eyes. “Yes!”, he said out loud. John had also a big smile plastered onto his lips and that was mostly by the reaction of his friend Sherlock realising you remembered him. You smiled back at both of them. Sherlock quickly hugged you until a small sound of pain left your mouth and he let go of you while saying a small and quick sorry – still not used to showing his feelings fully. A smile was still planted on the three of you and Sherlock enjoyed having his love back. Even though you still didn’t remember certain things from the time with Sherlock, he would make sure that you remembered them sooner or later.

A/N: So there you have it. The third and last part of forgotten. I hope you enjoyed all three of them and if you want another story either with Sherlock Holmes or another character that you like then let me know. I’m taking any request.

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Forgotten part 2

A/N: Many of you have requested a part 2 of “Forgotten”, so here it is. Hope you’ll enjoy.

A Sherlock Holmes imagine…

”Taxi”, Sherlock yelled and put his hand in the air to stop the driver. The shirt was firmly hold in his other hand. After all it was a chance for you to remember him. Once John and Sherlock was in the cab they drove off to the hospital. Sherlock wasn’t looking out the window like he normally would. No, his eyes were focused on his shirt in his hands. “It has to work, John. It has to”, Sherlock didn’t take his eyes off the shirt. John could tell Sherlock was nervous and nodded. “It will, Sherlock… And if not, we just have to find another way”, he said. A moment of silence filled the cab before John spoke up again with a careful smile on his lips, “Remember, you are the Sherlock Holmes. The detective that can solve any case”. No movement was seen from Sherlock, until he finally took his eyes off the shirt and looked at John. A small smile came across his lips, but quickly faded again. John could see that he relaxed a bit and instead of looking at the shirt, Sherlock was looking out the window. 

*At the hospital*

 Sherlock bursted through the doors and just when the same young lady was about to say something he put a hand straight into the air while he continued walking, cutting the lady off. He went towards the same door as the last time he was here, but stopped right before he opened the door. His eyes closed and took a deep breath before he opened them again and walked through the door. Confident. He could just make out your sleeping form on the bed and went towards you. John was right behind him. Sherlock’s hand was about to touch your shoulder to wake you up, when John stopped him. “Maybe I should wake her up. She might get a shock if she doesn’t remember you from before”. Sherlock clenched his hand and sighed. He took a step back to make room for John. “Alright”, John said and took a breath before taking a step forward. “Y/N?”, he asked in a whisper and slightly tapped your shoulder. When he didn’t get any response he tried again. “Y/N”, he said a bit louder this time and tapped your shoulder once more. You started to make small noises in pain because of the movement you were making as well. Your eyes slowly opened and a smile spread across your lips. “John”, you almost whispered. He smiled a bit unsure back at you. Sherlock cleared his throat and walked to stand next to John instead of in the background. You looked at the strange tall man in this black coat. Sherlock could tell you became uncertain and a sad look came across his face, but he tried to hide it. He was about to let words out of his mouth, when he stopped himself. John started to talk, “Y/N. This is Sherlock Holmes. And well… How do I say this? Well, you actually already know him Y/N”. Sherlock nodded and took over before John had a chance. “Y/N, I know you remember me. The doctor advised us to bring something that might trigger your memory”. He looked at the shirt once more, before giving it to you. You looked at John and carefully accepted the shirt. The soft fabric filled your hands, and for a moment you sat there watching the fabric as if it was going to tell you a secret or something. Sherlock and John hopefully watched your every move. You brought the fabric closer to your face and a somewhat familiar smell filled your nose. Your eyes automatically closed and your brain was trying to find the right place where your nose recognised the specific smell. But your brain gave up. Sherlock was smiling when he saw your eyes closing. It has to mean something. Until you looked up and relaxed your shoulders. You shook your head and gave the shirt back to the strange man you apparently knew.

Sherlock received the shirt and sadly observed the floor before turning around and walking out the door. How? How could she not remember you?! Sherlock was getting frustrated and that could be seen by everyone, when he walked out the door and onto the streets. John following close behind after apologising to you for Sherlock’s behaviour. “Sherlock!”, John yelled and almost ran after him. Sherlock didn’t stop. They got into a cab neither of them saying anything.

*At the home of Sherlock*

Sherlock was quickly out the cab and went straight for the front door of his home. Mrs. Hudson was quick to see that something was wrong. “Oh dear… What happened, Sherlock?”, she asked worried. Sherlock didn’t answer. When John came in he stopped him on the stairs, Mrs. Hudson still watching the two of them. “You can’t just walk off like that”, John said catching his breath. Silence filled the room before John started, “So… What now, Sherlock?”. Sherlock looked at him with sad eyes. “I don’t know”. Another moment passed before his willpower filled his eyes and a smile became visible on his lips. A smile that told John, that Sherlock now had gotten another idea. “What, Sherlock? What is your next move?”, he asked, but Sherlock was already in the apartment before John had finished his sentence. “It is brilliant, John! This for sure will make Y/N remember me and I will not be forgotten anymore”, he laughed like he normally did, when he got an idea that he was sure would work.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading part 2 of “Forgotten”. If you want a part 3 then just let me know.

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Forgotten

A sherlock Holmes imagine…

”Sherlock… I’ve got some bad news for you”, John said in the phone with a seriously and worried tone as he spoke with his friend Sherlock Holmes. “Oh come on John. How bad can it possibly be?”, Sherlock said as he sat down at his desk and checked to look after any new cases on the computer. “It’s Y/N”, John answered. Immediately Sherlock became concerned and contracted on the words John spoke instead of the content on the computer. “She has been involved in a car accident and is hospitalised”. Sherlock didn’t answer, but quickly ran out the door. He caught a cab and told the driver to go to the hospital. Once Sherlock arrived he quickly made his way in, his black coat swaying behind him. “Excuse me, sir? You can’t just walk in. Who are you supposed to visit?”, a young lady in a white coat said from behind a desk. Sherlock stopped and looked at the lady. He sighed, just wanting to find you and make sure you were okay. “Y/N Y/L”, he said and smiled, obviously a bit fake. “Sure, she is down the hall and to the left. But she’s resting at the moment, so be quiet”, she said. Sherlock didn’t pay attention to her words, but just followed her instructions. Down the hall, to the left, he repeated in his head. Once he got there, he opened the door slowly. The room was white and he curtains made the sun fade away. His eyes found the bed you were resting in. Slowly he walked towards the bed while his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Scars, bruises and a broken arm – must have been a serious accident, he thought. His hand went to grab yours, when suddenly you started to move. Small sounds left your mouth, obviously in pain by moving around. Your eyes opened a bit, but quickly closed again because of the bright light. When your eyes fully opened, Sherlock gave you a smile and kissed your hand. Sherlock caught your eyes and looked into them. “John…”, you asked confused. When the words hit Sherlock, he looked confused at you. “No, I’m Sherlock”, he said in the hope of you remembering him. You pulled your hand away from his and your smile turned into a frown. Your eyes looked around until they landed on the strange man, you did not remember ever knowing. Why was he here? Is he a friend of John? Just as that thought hit you, John came through the door. “Y/N, oh god… I was worried”, he said relieved. “John”, you smiled and asked. “John, who is this man? He was here when I woke up”. John now looked just as confused as Sherlock did. They looked at each other, when a doctor came through the white door. “Oh, I see your awake now, Y/N”, the doctor said. Sherlock went straight to the doctor before he reached your bed. “Doctor, we’ve got a problem. Y/N don’t remember me. Her boyfriend, but she does remember my friend John Watson here”, Sherlock said concerned, the anger clear in his voice. The doctor looked at John, then at Sherlock and then back at John. “For how long have you each of you known her?”. Once again John and Sherlock looked at each other. John answered, “well, I have known for… about 2 and a half year I would say, whereas Sherlock here, has known her for 5-6 month”. The doctor nodded. “We have found some damage on her brain, which means she does remember certain persons and places in her life, but she also does not remember some people. And this might tell us, that she remembers people she has known a long time - I would guess for over a year - but not people she has met from under a year ago”, he explained. Sherlock looked at you, thinking that he could have worked that out himself. You had fallen back to sleep again. Sadly, he walked over to your bed and looked at how peacefully you were laying there.

*At the home of Sherlock*

“Arrgh”, Sherlock screamed and stumped around the apartment. “How can she not remember me, John?”. John was about to answer, when Sherlock interrupted, “I have never felt this way before. It’s like all my feelings are taking over”. His worried eyes caught John in the chair. “Sherlock, I’m sure she will remember. The doctor advised us to find something that might remind her of you. Pictures, certains smells or maybe something else”, John thought out loud. Sherlock folded his hands and laid down on the couch to think, when he thought of the shirt that you liked so much. You wore it sometimes, even though it was like a dress for you. Sherlock got up and got the shirt. He grabbed his scarf and coat walked out the door and down the stairs while he yelled, “come on John! We got to remind her of me”.

A/N: Hey, if you want a part 2 of this, then just send a message. I’m also taking any request that you guys may have on mind.

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The secret singer

A Sherlock Holmes imagine...

Your eyes opened slowly as the light broke through the curtains. A minute passed while you got used to the light and felt fairly awake. You rolled over in bed so you were laying face to face with your loving boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. His curly hair had fallen in front of his closed eyes during the night and a light snoring fell from his slightly open mouth. Some time went by as you just laid there admiring him with a smile on your pink lips.

Suddenly he started to move and mumble a bit in his sleep. A giggle left your mouth and you got on your elbow so you could kiss his nose. Then you got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. You found two cups and started to make tea for the two of you. As you waited for the water to heat up, the lyric of your favourite song fell from your lips. You moved around the kitchen to make breakfast and found some eggs. Immediately you started to prepare scrambled eggs. You were in your own world, when you heard someone clear their throat from the doorway. As you turned around you saw Sherlock stand in his pyjamas and robe. He smiled when you noticed him and he could tell you were blushing. “Good morning, Sher”, you said and slowly walked towards him. “Mmm, good morning”, he hummed. Silence spread throughout the room, and only the water heating could be heard. Suddenly Sherlock broke the silence. “What are my lovely girlfriend making for breakfast?”, he asked and walked past you to see what was on stove. You smiled and followed him. “Just some tea and scrambled eggs”, you answered. He nodded and looked at you with his enthralling eyes. You could feel your cheeks turn red as he just starred at you. “You know, Y/N. You’re quite a good singer”. The spoken words surprised you and your eyes found the floor. Sherlock still was not used to showing his feelings. It was quite a big step for him to say that he loved you in the first place, but the two of you took the time he needed.

You could feel two fingers under your chin pulling your head up so you looked directly into his deep eyes. “I’m seriously Y/N. I wonder why have not heard you sing before now? I enjoyed it”. He planted a passionate yet quick kiss on your lips. As you broke away from the kiss, you just looked into each other’s eyes until you could the water was done heating up. Sherlock then broke the silence, “well, seems like there is tea”, he smiled happily. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and just giggled silently at the man you called your boyfriend. Maybe he was a bit batty some times, but he sure was your batty man.

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The first time...

A Dan Howell imagine...

“Please Y/N! It could be so much fun” Dan pleaded for 50th time this morning. He wanted to make a video with you, his girlfriend of almost 4 month, but you wasn’t sure, if it was such a good idea. What if people hated you? What if they started to spread rumours about you? “They have to know that we are together at some point, you know?” he said with his big brown eyes looking right into your soul. He knew you couldn’t resist his eyes. Your eyes quickly moved to look down at your lap. Your grey sweatpants covered your legs, while the black sweater that smelled of Dan covered your upper body. Your hands were hiding under the sleeves which were a bit too long for your arms. Suddenly you felt to fingers under your chin as Dan made your eyes fall back to his. “I won’t let them hurt you... Even though i know it won’t be necessary. They are going to love you, I swear” he spoke and smiled sweetly at you. For a moment your thoughts were going wild in your head, but suddenly all your worries disappeared. Maybe he is right. You have to make your relationship public at some point, so why not as well now? “Okay Dan, we can make the video if you want to” you said smiling a bit, when his excitement was shown. “But do you have an idea to the video?” you asked. He chuckled. “Of course”.

The two of you were now placed in front of Dan’s camera. He was just making sure that the focus was right as you sat there starring at him doing his work. You really loved him. As he was standing there in his blackish outfit, you just couldn’t help yourself. A light appeared in your eyes as a smile began to form on your lips. You truly were lucky to have a boyfriend like Dan. “There we go, love” he turned around, smiling. He chuckled as he saw you smiling and starring at him. He sat down next to you and kissed you passionately. When you pulled away from the kiss, you just looked at each other for a moment before Dan spoke: “You ready, princess?”. You nodded and pecked his lips quickly.

“Hello internet” Dan started facing the camera. “I have an announcement to make. For almost 4 month ago I was walking on the streets of London, when I suddenly bumped into this girl... You may know in which direction this is going already...” he smirked. “...Well to make a long story short, the girl I bumped into became my girlfriend. And here we are 4 month later. This is her first time doing a youtube video, so be nice guys. This is Y/N” he said, smiling and made a gesture towards You. You moved your eyes from him to the camera while smiling and waving. “Hi internet”, you said shortly as you felt the heat of your face making your cheeks turn red. You stopped waving. For a moment everything was quite, and you looked back at Dan, only to find out that he was now starring at you. A giggle left you mouth as your hand went to his chin and slowly moved his head to face the camera again.

After the video was made public on the internet, you had only got positive feedback. Of course there were people who send some hate, but the largest amount you got of messages and feedback on the internet in general was positive. Dan had already used the line “I told you...” with a smirk on his lips of course. After all, you have to take chance to make something happen. There will always be people that are ready to support you no matter what is going to happen.

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Remember? - part 2

A Niall Horan imagine…

*Next day, Niall POV* I felt quite tired as I was on my way to the arena where we were performing tonight. My thoughts had made it impossible for me to sleep last night. I really wanted to find a way to make Y/N remember me every day. But how? That was the question. The sound of my footsteps surrounded my ears as my eyes were focusing on the ground moving underneath me. Finally I reached my car and soon I was by the arena. The other guys met me as I walked inside. Liam was standing with Y/N. They were laughing. When Louis walked over to them Y\N smiled shyly. Just like she had done to me yesterday. The smile on my lips turned into a frown. She gave Louis her hand and they shook hands, like it was the first time they ever met. She really didn’t remember yesterday and she didn’t remember me. Harry came up to me and hit my back slightly. He were laughing, but soon stopped as he saw the frown which were planted on my face. “Hey, what’s up man?” He asked concerned. I shook my head and put on a smile to pretend nothing was wrong. “Not much” I said with a low voice still looking at Y/N smiling and talking with Liam. Harry looked at the same direction as me when he noticed Y/N. He apparently understood. He padded my back. I just looked at him looking like a big questionmark. “Hey man, it is obvious that you like her. We all saw it yesterday Niall. You can’t hide anything for us” he smiled. “I just want her to remember me” I mumbled with my hands in the pockets of my shorts. He nodded. Our conversation was cut off by someone saying that the rehearsal had to start.

*After the rehearsal* Liam went straight over to Y/N who was smiling and ready to give him a hug once he reached her. Why couldn’t that be me? Why couldn’t she just remember me like she remembers him? I decided to go outside for a moment. To get a break from thinking of her - even though she still filled my head. I went on Twitter to check if something excited had happen. Suddenly I caught myself typing an new update: “if the love of your life remembers you - then you’re luckier than you think guys”. Send. Why did I do that? Well done is done. There’s probably already a thousand of girls who has seen it anyway. A video popped up off a girl saying something to the camera. Even though I didn’t get what she said, it gave me an idea. Happy, I hurried in to Liam. Of course he standing with Y/N. “Liam, can I borrow you for a sec?” I asked still in a hurry. Y/N smiled at me and waved. “You must be Niall. You’re the only one who hasn’t said hi yet” she giggled with her cheeks all red. “Anyway I’m Y/N - Liam’s best friend”, she smiled. “Hi” I said slowly and shook her hand. Oh, her skin was so soft! Oh yeah - the idea. “Liam?” I asked. He nodded and followed me. “What?” He asked quite confused about the whole situation. I smiled. “I got an idea of how Y/N is going to remember me… And the boys”. He still wasn’t quite sure of what I was saying. “What if I - I mean we - make a video where we are saying who are and that we are her best friends? Maybe even that she got this short-term memory problem?”, I looked at him excited. He smiled at me and thought for a minute. “Maybe Niall. But I’m not quite sure about the last part - you know about telling her”. I nodded but still with excitement. Now I got his permission to make her remember me.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. If you want a part 3 where he records the video then let me know. By the way - this imagine is inspired by the movie “50 first days”.

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Remember?

A Niall Horan imagine...

Nialls POV:

 “Hahah that one was good, Louis”, I laughed as Louis had just told one of his many jokes. The boys and I were done with the rehearsal before the concert tonight, and were now on our way backstage to our dressing rooms. My eyes scanned the other boys walking in front of Louis and I. Harry was on the phone and looked quite concentrated as he spoke to the person on the other side of the phone. Liam had a little smile across his lips as his eyes were focusing on the floor. I hurried up a little, so that I was walking right next to him. “What’s up?”, I asked and hit his shoulder slightly. His eyes caught mine before he shook his head, still smiling from one ear to the other. “Nothing. It’s just that my best friend, Y/N, is coming to the concert tonight and I can’t wait to see her again.”. A smile spread slowly on my face. “Is she joining us backstage afterwards?”, I asked even though I had no clue about who this Y/N might be. He nodded. “It’s not often I get to see her, because of the tour and becuase she has some...”. I nodded as my focus was shifted to a table with food placed in the dressing room. I could hear my stomach cry out for food and soon I was standing next to the table instead of Liam.

*After the concert*

I could feel the small pearls of sweat moving down my forehead and cheeks. My hand grabbed the towel around my neck and dried it all off. It didn’t take long though before new small pearls were formed. Louis was about to tell another one of his jokes as we walked backstage. A laugh escaped my mouth now and then. When we finally reached the dressing room, I quickly threw off my soaked shirt and put on a dry t-shirt. I took a sip of my bottle of water as my ear caught a lovely laughter by the door. My feet made me turn around, just in time to see a beautiful girl walking inside the dressing room with Liam behind her. They were both smiling and laughing. Was she a fan? Or maybe Liams girlfriend? Oh wait! She must be this Y/N that he was talking about earlier. His best friend. She was absolutely stunning as she stood there in her black skinny jeans matched with a cute white top and bun high in her hair. My cheeks started to heat up as her eyes met mine for a second. How can I never had met this girl before?. Liam whispered something into her ear and she smiled and waved quickly. Her cheeks turned red, just like mine. Liam took her hand and followed her to the couch. He said something before he made his way towards the bathroom. I thought that this might be my chance to go and talk with her, so I slowly made my way over to her. I sat next to her and gave her a smile. She smiled back with her slightly red lips. “Hi, you must be Y/N?”, I asked/concluded. She nodded, obviously a bit shy. “I’m Niall, Niall Horan” I said with a bit more confidence and reached out my hand for her to shake. “Hi”, she said with the most lovely voice ever and shook my hand. “Did you enjoy the concert?”, I asked her. “Yes, very much. It’s crazy how you can make all these girls scream that loud”, she giggled with a bit more relaxed. She was feeling more and more safe around me. That’s a good sign. I didn’t get to ask her more, before Liam came back. He looked at me, and mentioned for me to follow him to the other side of the room. I got up from the comfy couch as Liam gave Y/N a smile. I followed him. “What you think you doing mate?”, Liam asked in a low voice. I rose my shoulders, meaning I didn’t know what he was talking about. “You can’t flirt with Y/N! Don’t you remember what I told you in the hallway after the rehearsal?”, he asked a bit frustrated. My brain tried to find the specific moment, when I remembered being distracted by the food. When Liam didn’t get an answer from me, he just shook his head and started explaining: “Y/N is suffering from a short-term memory problem. This means that she can’t handle new information. She might remember you now, but tomorrow she won’t recognize you at all. She only remember things and faces from before the car-accident that she was involved in. That is why she remembers me for example”, he said and sighed. I nodded and looked at Y/N. “Does she know that she is suffering by this?”, I asked. Liam shook his head no. “No, we told her once and the reaction wasn’t quite good. The next day she forgot we even told her. We think it’s for the best if she just stays unaware at the moment”, he explained. “When did it happen?”, another question fell from my mouth. “6 month ago”, he responded. My eyes met the floor as Liam started to walk back to Y/N. When he reached her, she smiled at him and pointed at me, while she was talking. Probably telling about meeting me. I smiled with my mouth, but my eyes were quite sad. I really wanted this beauty to remember who I am, but it is going to be tough.

A/N: Let me know if you want a part 2 of this love story. And if you have any request or any good advise for me to be better, then just write to me. I will be happy to respond:)

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Distance means so little, when someone means so much

A Harry Styles imagine... I sat next to my window. The sun was shining and only a few white clouds were exposing themselves on the seablue sky. Summer was finally coming, which meant that summer break just started. I remember the sound of my footsteps as I hurried home from school. This was just a moment ago. My boyfriend, Harry, was coming to visit me today. And before you ask... Yes it is Harry Styles from the famous boyband one direction, which at the moment is taking a break. Harry had decided to take part in the new movie Dunkirk, which should be coming out next year. Well, I don't get to see Harry as often as I would like to. He lives far away from me, which means a long distance relationship. Before I met Harry I swore that I never would be in a long distance relationship, but love is strong and now I'm here. Waiting to see the love of my life after almost 2 month apart. Harry is having some days off and he chose to spend them with me. My eyes scan the road outside. In a moment he would be right there. I couldn't wait to see his forest green eyes, slightly red lips and brown hair. Suddenly my thoughts are cut off my the doorbell. I quickly looked at the road again and car had been pulled over to the side. I regonized the car and got up from my spot next to the window and quickly ran downstairs. My mom stood by the door and talked with the owner to the car. A huge smile spread across my lips as went to stand next to my mom. When my eyes landed on the brown-haired beaty in the doorway, I just couldn't control it. My arms went straight around his neck, my body close to his and my lips against his soft ones. I could feel I took him by surprise, but he quickly kissed back. We both had our arms wrapped in one another as we pulled away. My mom had gone back to the kitchen a long time ago, but we hadn't really paid any attention to that. Our focus was on each other. "Hi love", Harry said with his raspy voice. I could feel the heat burn red on my cheeks as I responded: "Hi..." My eyes went to his bags. "You want help to get your bags opstairs?". Harry nodded and helped him get up with his baggage. "Wauw, you have been cleaning up since last time I was here", Harry smirked jokingly. I rolled my eyes with a smile and playfully hit his shoulder. He laughed and put his arms around me from behind. I turned around in his grip and looked into his eyes. "I really missed you, Harry". He smiled and pulled me closer. I leaned my head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat surrounded my ears. "I really missed you too, y/n". He kissed the top of my head, before he leaned his head on my mine. *Next morning* A loud noise woke me up from my sleep. A gasp fell from my mouth as I turned on the light. As my eyes got used to the light, a shadow came into sight. It was Harry. He was holding onto to his toe as he was mumbling to himself. "Harry...?", I asked. He looked at me and stood up properly. "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to wake you up... I just hit my toe into the table corner", he said. I giggled as my eyes landed on the clock. "Oh Harry, it's only 6:00 am. What were you doing up this early?". "I had to pee", he said as he continued his journey towards the bedroom door. I smiled at him before laying down again. His footsteps echoed throughout the house. When he returned back, I made space for him on the bed, so that I could lay on his chest. Once again his heartbeat surrounded my ears and closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of Harry finally being here with me. He curled his fingers into my hair. "It was hard being away from you, you know?", he suddenly said. I nodded against his chest before I spoke: "I know... I think it was hard too. But at least we are together now, right?". He kissed my forehead. "Yes. Long distance relationship is quite harder than I thought it would be". My lips touched his toned chest as my hand draw circles on one of his many tattoos. "But you know what, y/n. Distance means so little when someone means so much". I looked up and just stared at him for a moment. A single tear left the corner of my eye, and crashed my lips onto his, before he had a chance to notice. I can't believe I had been this lucky! A/n: I hope you enjoyed this little thing right here. I sure did enjoy writing it. Well, if you guys have any requests just write to me and I will respond. I'm on my holiday so now I finally got some time to put effort in my stories again:)

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Cute couple moments

Louis: You and Louis had just moved in together. The two of you were about to paint the living room. You were painting the wall while Louis was standing with his back facing you. A thought came to mind, why not have some fun? You painted Louis on the back in a quick movement. Louis turned around ready for a payback.

Niall: You and Niall were laying on your bed in the bedroom, just having a lazy day. You were on your phones, but you were getting a bit bored. Your eyes scanned Niall as he looked concentrated at his phone. In one quick move, you snapped his phone out of his hands and ran way, giggling. He laughed as he quickly ran after you. You ran down the stairs, when he got a hold of you and kissed you.

Liam: You and Liam had just arrived home after a great day shopping. It was nice to finally spend some time with your boyfriend Liam. The two of you had bought matching hats. Liam put his hat on, and reached out for yours which was in the shopping bag. A smile appeared on his face, and he put it on your head. His hands grabbed your face, squeezing it a bit. He made a funny face and kissed your lips.

Harry: You and your boyfriend, Harry was walking in the park near your house. It was a lovely day, where the sun was shining bright in the sky. As you were walking, you were holding each others hand. You passed a guy, and your eyes met his, accidentally. The guy gave you a smile, and you smiled back politely. Harry saw the little incident and let go of your hand. You looked at Harry confused, and suddenly he just picked you up. You laughed as he walked away with you, saying “mine!”.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Any feedback or request for an imagine/fanfiction, then let me know:)

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Your first kiss together

Luke: You and Luke were watching a movie. He held you tight, making sure you were comfortable. You looked up at him and…

Ashton: You were at Ashtons home. He had invited you over for a little get together with some of his friends. You were sitting in the kitchen talking to Ashton, when…

Calum: You and Calum had decided to go for walk, because you had a rough day. When the two of you had been walking for about 10 minutes and Calum had heard all about your day, he stopped, placed his hand softly on the side of your face and…

Michael: You and Michael were at your house. Your parents had gone out for some shopping, so you were home alone. As you were talking in the living room, Michael leaned in and…

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The first time - imagine with Dan Howell

Your eyes fell over the beautiful sight of London. You noticed all the people on the streets. They were all in a hurry, probably stressing over christmas coming up. A light sigh left your mouth as you saw a figure reflect in the window. A small smile appeared on your slightly pink lips, as you turned around to face your boyfriend of nearly 3 month. His name was Dan, Dan Howell. “Hi beautiful” he said quietly as he put his arms around you and leaned down a little bit so his nose was touching yours. “Hi” you whispered. Your eyes went from looking at the floor to look in Dans perfectly brown eyes. It was as time was standing still. Both of your eyes were locked to one another. The moment was so intensive. Butterflies started to fly around in your belly and it was right then you realised that this was the first time, Dan had given you some sort of chills all around your body just by looking at you. The smile on your lips got slightly brighter. Dan mirrored your actions and smiled as well. He didn’t know about the chills though. He leaned in slowly and planted a sweet kiss on your mouth. As you both pulled away, you could feel your cheeks heat up a bit. Dan chuckled and kissed your red cheek. You leaned your head on his chest as you enjoyed the quiet and perfect moment. That was until his roommate, Phil, came noisy through the door, his hands full of shopping bags. He smiled at the sight of you and Dan in front of the window, and said: “I brought some yummy stuff for us guys”, while he held the bags in his hands up in the air a bit. Dan and you chuckled, but went with Phil into the kitchen to enjoy some time together all three of you.

A/N: Now, this was the first imagine i’ve made on my new blog, but remember if you want any imagine or have any idea for a fanfiction, then let me now :)