Holmes ~ Harry Styles
Prologue

The melodic tunes of a violin wafted throughout the chilled flat of 221B, its melancholic notes whispering sweet nothings into the haunted floorboards and spray-painted walls, ascending through the air in a myriad of notes thought only conceived by legends of a long lost history.
By she was far from lost. Generally, her job required her to locate lost things. Usually they entailed things like buried treasure, murderers, or the occasional dead body. Corpses were always the most fun.

Most others were usually a bore to retrieve.

Overshadowing a window veiled by transparent curtains, her fingers curled up and down and around the bases of her violin, but her gaze was set upon the ground below, to Baker Street, where a new face appeared out of a ordinary cab. Absently she noted the hue of emerald gleaming off his eyes and the curls erupting from a demure beanie as he stepped out of the vehicle, his clothes already soaked between the finite threads of rain shattering down upon London. A few others followed behind him, dressed in more formal attire. Hmm. If it was another rich man searching for the twin brother he saw on the street the other week then the case was going to be swiftly denied--

But then those emerald orbs swiveled up to her despite the glass and some ten meters between them, and something clicked in her mind. Something beyond mere curiosity.
Instantly her deductions began to create the image of a stranger into someone she could understand, and this one was as simple as reading a book. Easy enough, but what was story he'd be bringing her today? Given the spark she'd felt, it'd better be good. Gut feelings were generally a false cue and the universe wasn't lazy enough to cause coincidences, but somehow...

"Someone's arrived, Miss Holmes," her butler, Reginald, remarked.

Her fingers halted along the strings, and a frank silence settled into the flat. "I know." Her posture relaxed into its usual stance; a cross between urbane and easily-bored. "Let them in."

The music continued on as the doors of 221B Baker Street flew open to reveal what would become one Charlotte Holmes's greatest cases, and would be the reason how she'd come to meet the one and only Harry Styles, a singer of the supposedly 'famous' One Direction.
Perhaps her great-great-great-grandfather had done it right.

She'd always wanted her own Watson.

Notes

This is merely a preview to see how well this goes. If it's not well liked within a week or so, I probably won't continue, so if you like it, comment, favorite, vote, please!
This is a story set in modern London, similar to 'Sherlock' where the main heroine, Charlotte Holmes, has all the qualities of her legendary grandfather as a detective, but with a popstar Harry Styles twist to it. She's also rich and known a detective that has sociopathic tendencies. Harry will eventually make her fall for him though, so she's not all gloomy and serious in the end. This is also set after One Direction reunites, so about the middle of 2018ish, and they're in on break in the middle of a tour. Will be a murder mystery with concert antics, running around London, and sparks of romance. Promise :)

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