You were best friends with Mary since you were children, yet when she asked you to be the maid of honor it was a surprise. The problem with weddings was that you could not dance to save your life.
“I can’t dance at all,” I sigh.
“I know someone that might be able to tech you but you’ll have to put up with a lot,“ John warned.
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, besides I’m desperate,” you insisted.
John had gone over to BakerStreet and walked in on Sherlock doing some strange experiments. He was mixing some sort of eyeball inside of a blender.
“You know you are the best man at my wedding,” John started.
“Yes, I am completely aware,” Sherlock continued to poor red dust into the blender.
John cleared his throat, “that comes with certain responsibilities.”
Sherlock looked up,“if this is about the speech, it’s coming together.”
“No, no, no, it’s not about that it’s a favor Mary and I need. Her made of honor needs someone to teach her to dance,” John finally stopped beating around the bush.
“I’m not sure if I should I’m very busy,” Sherlock replies turning to his blender, mixing in some glowing chemicals.
“Sherlock, your making a radioactive eyeball milkshake,” John sighs, glancing at the ice cream Sherlock took out of the fridge.
“Fine, I guess I can teach the girl to dance. I hope she’s not horribly intolerable,” Sherlock huffed.
John rolled his eyes then got an idea, a crazy idea. Sherlock would be lonely and upset maybe if y/n and Sherlock hit it off.
“You’ll get along fine enough, I’ve got to go help Mary chose some flowers,” John replies getting up.
“Before you go do you want to try some-” John cut him off, “I’ll pass.”
“Bye the way y/n will be here tomorrow at noon,” John told his friend.
The next day you got ready, you were a wearing red knee-length skirt and a white off the shoulder top. Your shirt had light pink and red flowers. Your hair was pinned out of your face and you awkwardly stepped out of the cab at BakerStreet.
You were greeted by Mrs. Hudson, a lovely lady you had met a couple of times. You heard classical music, a lovely piece at that. Taking careful steps in your white flats up the stairs you found yourself in the presence of Sherlock Holmes.
“Hello, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude,” you quickly apologized.
He looked at you for a long time,“you’ve known Mary since you were about seven or eight, you have a dog, you’re working on finding a more permanent job, and you love art.”
“Wow that was spot on, which I bet you get a lot. I bet you also get screw off from the usual crowd,” I laugh the last part.
He smiles slightly,“and what do you say?”
“What do you mean,” you question?
“What do you say, you said the normal crowd says screw off. Which excludes you,” he explains.
“I think that was amazing,” you tell him honestly, exclaiming the last word.
He smiles slightly,“come on we need to practice.”
With the music in the background he spins you around.
“Follow my lead,” he orders. you listen, he counts the steps we take in four. “You’re doing great y/n.”
“I had a good teacher,” you wink.
He blushes slightly, “I’m going to try and dip you know, ok.”
You nod, he dips you in suddenly you two are leaning close.
“Y/n, is there a way you could save me a dance at the wedding,” he asks?
“Of course,” I smile.
“Y/n, Mary needs you to go to the dress fitting,” John walks in. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” you both pull away quickly.
“Anyways…Y/n dress fitting and Sherlock I guess you can come too,” John adds.
John was testing something, normally Sherlock wouldn’t care to come. Yet he quickly agreed, yep he like her. In the cab ride, Sherlock insisted that he should sit next to y/n.
“Y/n! It’s great to see you, you need to try in two dresses. Either of them will work, but it’s the one you look best in,” Mary explained.
Both of the dresses were lilac, one was too baggy and hung oddly from your frame.
“Try on the other one,” Mary tells me.
I try on the one that’s different from the bridesmaids, it’s lilac but a different size. The length is a little shorter and it hugs me perfectly.
“Y/n this dress looks great on you,” Mary gasps!
You blush, “thanks.”
“You should show Sherlock, considering you like him,” Mary teases.
“No, I don’t,” you claim!
“Y/n, I know you,” she insists.
With no defense you sit there. She smiles and shoves me out of the fitting room, I stumble out. Sherlock stares at me but you pretend not to notice.
The days by quickly and the night of the wedding arrives. You wear the dress and leave your hair in lose waves, you wear lilac heals, and do your makeup. The wedding goes fine, finally it’s time for Sherlock to make his speech.
At first everyone gets all offended, you don’t.
“I don’t see why y/n is the maid of honor,” Sherlock starts. Your ears perk up, he better not insult you. Everyone looks at you, you go bright red. John looks at you sympathetically. He continues,“ because brides prefer their bridesmaids to look simple.“
You think that was a compliment? You blush. The rest of the speech is great then the reception. You dance with Sherlock at the beginning, you go out to get fresh air.
"Leaving already?” You ask him.
“Thinking about it,” he mumbles.
“I think you should stay,” you pipe up.
He smiles softly,“I’m glad you always do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” you ask?
“You’re smart, figure it out,” he smirks?
“The great Sherlock Holmes thinks Im smart,” you playfully tease.
He roles his eyes at you.
“Maybe I’ll stick around,” he tells you.
“I think you should, or I’m not going to have anyone to talk to and I’m going to get into an argument with someone,” you shrug.
“You’re too nice to get into an argument,” he insists.
“No, I’m not,” you pout.
We walk inside, Mary calls you over.
“I-I need to go but I’ll be back,” you tell him.
“It’s alright,” he kisses your cheek.
You rush off to Mary, in a cloud of excitement.