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At the age of seventeen John Watson considered himself a very lucky man indeed. He had clear plans for the future and was doing well in school. He was the captain of the rugby team and his girlfriend of the last six months was the most gorgeous girl he had ever met. And not just from the outside. Sherlock was a proper genius and a talented violin-player. Lately she had been acting weird: she was quieter than usually, and seemed to be hiding something. John was worried about her and had decided to try cheering her up by taking her to a picnic to the field nearby. He and Sherlock lay side by side on the ground, looking at the clouds.
John turned to lie on his side, facing Sherlock. He lifted his hand to play with her dark curly hair.
“You know you can always tell me anything? Absolutely anything. I can tell something's bothering you and I wish you would tell me so I could make it better”, he murmured quietly. Sherlock looked away but didn't say anything.
“Are those other girls in your class bullying you again?” John asked. Sherlock shook her head.
“Not more than usual. It’s nothing John”, she replied at last. John tried to ignore the small nagging voice in his head talking about the implications of his girlfriend’s behaviour. He didn’t think she would actually cheat on him. Surely there was a better explanation as to why she had been avoiding him recently.
His thoughts must’ve shown on his face because soon Sherlock huffed: “Don’t be ridiculous John. I would never cheat on you.”
“I-“, John started.
“It really is nothing, John. I swear.”
John could tell it wasn't ‘nothing’ but decided not to push. Sherlock would tell him when she was ready. He moved closer to press a small kiss to her temple.
“I’m sorry. I honestly don’t think you would ever cheat on me.”
“I know. Apology accepted”, Sherlock murmured.
They continued to lay there in silence, Sherlock lost in her thoughts, staring at the sky and John staring her. After a while John disturbed the silence. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“I'd like to cut my hair short”, Sherlock told him. John lifted himself on his elbows and tried to imagine Sherlock with short hair.
“Hmm. I think it could suit you”, he smiled. Sherlock returned the smile and pulled out her phone from her pocket. She showed John a photo of a young man with short curly hair.
“I was thinking of something like that.” She sounded nervous, like she feared John would judge her just because she wanted more of a masculine haircut. John thought she had always been rather tom-boyish so he wasn't too surprised.
“It would look great on you”, John told her honestly. He could see Sherlock’s shoulders relaxing. He kissed her gently.
“Thank you”, Sherlock responded.
“You're welcome. Love you”, John whispered before bringing their lips together again.