moriartyjr:

haroldwatson:

“Oi, fuck you!” Harry retorted, lips curling up into an amused smile. “I’m not a pussy. I’m extremely manly and butch” He nodded before leaning back in his seat Harry raised an eyebrow as he felt James’s foot nudge off his own before returning his attention to what the other was saying. “Yeah I get it. Still though, I appreciate the fact that you didn’t storm out” He chuckled, leaning against the table and tapping his fingers on his cup thoughtfully. “So if you don’t have an apartment yet where are you staying?”

“Hmmm, yeees.. and that’s what I like about you.” James’ smirk seemed to grow even further as he leaned back, sipping his coffee. His foot did not do anything else, just staying right beside Harry’s. 

“Hotels. The usual fare.” He shrugged, simply dismissing the fact that he never really had held a flat before.

“You’re always so cruel to me” Harry laughed, lifting the cup to his lips to take another sip. “You’re just living in hotels? Sounds expensive… And kinda lonely” He nodded, putting his cup down and looking back over at James. “I’d offer to let you stay at mine but I don’t have a spare bedroom and the couch really isn’t that comfortable to sleep on”

moriartyjr:

haroldwatson:

“Lying about something even bigger? What could be bigger? Oh.. I’m secretly a woman and I’m not really British” Harry chuckled before sighing slightly. “If I had known you’d be this alright about it I would have told you sooner.”

“I always knew you were a pussy,” James mumbled with a nearly lecherous smirk. “And your French’s been a bit too exquisite, too.” 

Stretching his long legs he nudged the other’s foot with his own. “Once I came to terms with… Jim, everything else just seems kind off measly in comparison, if you know what I mean.”

“Oi, fuck you!” Harry retorted, lips curling up into an amused smile. “I’m not a pussy. I’m extremely manly and butch” He nodded before leaning back in his seat Harry raised an eyebrow as he felt James’s foot nudge off his own before returning his attention to what the other was saying. “Yeah I get it. Still though, I appreciate the fact that you didn’t storm out” He chuckled, leaning against the table and tapping his fingers on his cup thoughtfully. “So if you don’t have an apartment yet where are you staying?”

moriartyjr:

haroldwatson:

“It upsets you that I lied to you? Careful, you’re beginning to sound like we’re a couple” Harry teased lightly before tapping his fingers on the table. “I didn’t see any cause to tell you. I didn’t know how you’d react so I kept it hidden. I… Well I didn’t want to scare you off or anything.”

“Now, who makes us sound like a couple?” James chuckled, shaking his head and taking his cup up again. “I don’t get scared of these things any more. You’d have to be a real monster to get rid of me. Or I’d have to catch you lying about something even bigger.”

“Lying about something even bigger? What could be bigger? Oh.. I’m secretly a woman and I’m not really British” Harry chuckled before sighing slightly. “If I had known you’d be this alright about it I would have told you sooner.”

bashertigersniper:

thetextbooknarcissist

haroldwatson

deanneedsme

ilmaestronoir

aidenmoran

“Name’s Basher Moran. What can I help you with?”

“Harry Watson. Yes I’m related to John Watson and yes… I’m the good-looking one. Just came to introduce myself really”

missemoneypenny:

“Hello there. I’m Miss Moneypenny. Is there something I can help you with?” Eve asked with a polite smile.

“No.. No not at all. Was just passing really and I couldn’t help but notice that beautiful smile” Harry winked before chuckling. “I’m sorry, that was cheesy. I’m Harry. Nice to meet you Miss Moneypenny”

~

moriartyjr:

haroldwatson:

Harry arrived into the pub a little over 15 minutes later, frowning slightly. James had sounded weird in his texts. He spotted him sitting at a table in the corner and moved over to him, seating himself in the chair opposite. “Hey. How’re you?”

“Hi.” James grinned, pushing one of the beers towards Harry. He was not wearing a suit for once, instead opting for jeans and t-shirt. “I’m great. You?”

Harry watched as the beer was pushed towards him, brow furrowing. “Is this a fucking joke? You know I don’t drink. I’m a fucking recovering alcoholic and you place beer in front of me. Bloody hell..” Harry snapped, tugging his fingers through his hair before pushing it back in James’ direction. “I’m fine. Fine. What’s wrong with you? You look different”