He's Not Harry Potter

Going Back Home

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains smut, and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable so feel free to skip this chapter if you are. You should be able to pick up from there easily. :) Thank you to everyone for voting and commenting, I love you guys! :*

CHAPTER SEVEN Going Back Home

            “Lauren…Lauren, let’s go back to my room.” Brian whispered into her lips, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist. He was about the happiest person on the planet, for not only did the Lauren Lopez break up with Darren, she liked him. Brian pinched himself lightly to check if it wasn’t a dream, and with a triumphant grin, kissed her again. She nodded a little and pulled him quickly into the hallway, trying to walk backward as she refused to stop kissing him.

            It took longer than usual to get to Brian’s room, possibly that had to do with the fact that they both wanted to just have sex in the hallway, or that they both were drunk, but who knows. By the time Brian closed the door to his room behind him he had no shirt on. He felt Lauren’s tiny hands on his bare chest and pulled her closer. He wanted Lauren Lopez bad. One hand worked its way up her shirt, gently rubbing her breast that resulted in a surprised gasp from Lauren. Her shirt was off in no time and Brian kissed her neck sweetly, before picking her up and setting her down on the bed.

Lauren was beautiful, her soft curves shivered as Brian slid his hands down her sides, the white blankets making her tan skin stand out. He couldn’t take his eyes off of hers. She quickly sat up to kiss him, making him weak in the knees and lean against the edge of the bed and Brian soon felt his pants coming off, with the help of Lauren’s small hands. A sharp moan came from Brian as she slid a finger across his visible erection and shot him a mischievous smile. Holy lord, Lauren was hot.

It took a matter of seconds for Lauren’s pants to end up splayed out on the hotel room floor and Brian was on top of her, sucking on her neck gently while his hands were working to remove her bra. Lauren moaned a little, her back arching slightly and her hands pulling Brian closer. A whine started in Lauren’s throat before Brian kissed her passionately again, Lauren was the girl of his dreams and he wanted to cherish this, sure, Lauren would hate him, but she was his right now. He made his way down Lauren’s body, taking a moment to enjoy the softness of her breasts and trace her hip bones, and the farther down he went the louder Lauren was; she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Her thighs trembled as Brian kissed them and he pulled her wet panties off and flung them aside. He licked her clit slightly and the noise Lauren made was close to a scream, Brian didn’t stop though, he kept going as Lauren squirmed with pleasure, the whole time begging for more.

A minute went by before Brian felt a strong grip in his hair and he was yanked up to Lauren’s ragged breaths. “I swear to god Brian…” She breathed, her other hand trying to pull off his underwear. She was answered with a small smirk and he helped her get his boxers off. He slid on the condom and they did it. It wasn’t anything like Brian had imagined, but it was so much better. She was so much more beautiful than ever before and so much more flexible than he could imagine. They finally ended up cuddling, laying under the sheets with Brian’s arms around Lauren, the smell of beer swaddling them. Brian would never forget that night, even though he was completely drunk right now, he couldn’t. He just fucked Lauren Lopez. Holy Lord. But he didn’t have any time to revel in the fact, for as soon as his breaths fell in time with Lauren, he was out like a light switch.

The next morning he was shaken awake by Lauren, who was holding a bagel. “Hey, you awake?” She said rather quietly, smiling when he turned over and grimaced at the excessive light flooding the room.

“No. Go away.” He groaned, pulling the blankets up to his chin. Brian hated hangovers with a passion, which was probably why he hardly got drunk. The bagel caught his glance though and soon his stomach was groaning louder than he had thought possible. “Wait.” He said for no particular reason, given the fact that Lauren hadn’t moved at all. “Gimme the bagel.” He said, reaching his hand out from the comfortable confines of his bed.

Lauren giggled and handed him the bagel. “I just thought you’d want to be um..clothed when I wake you guys up to go back to your apartment in Chicago.” She said with an annoyed look, obviously not happy that she was being hated upon for doing a good deed.

Brian looked at his bare chest and remembered last night in its entirety. “Shit.” He mumbled before jumping out of bed and pulling on underwear and pants before he turned to see Lauren smirking at him.

“Nice ass.” She said, before turning to look at the drunken Joe Walker, who was sprawled out on the floor by his bed. “Poor man didn’t even make it into bed.” She said, shaking her head as if she has never done that exact thing. Brian walked up behind her and slid his arms around her, gently cradling her.

“About last night…” Brian said, whispering in her ear and swaying slowly back and forth. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was afraid of what she would say in response.

“Like I said; nice ass.” Lauren said, turning around to kiss him on the lips.

Brian kissed back, but soon Lauren had pulled away. “You, my good sir, need to start packing. We need to leave in an hour.” She said, wagging her finger at Brian before turning to Joe. “Rise and fucking shine, sleeping beauty!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs at Joe, who jumped and scrambled for a second before coming to his senses. Brian laughed and turned to start packing, not bothering to listen to the fighting going on in between Lauren and Joe.

Packing didn’t take long, in less than an hour a hung over Brian and Joe stumbled out of the apartment; their luggage in tow. They had their sunglasses on and had fully digested as many advils that were healthy and they still felt like crap. Joe was worse than Brian though, he must have drank a nasty combination of beer and vodka because he was having trouble forming simple words. They got down to the lobby and none of than a hung over Meredith who only had to look once to know what happened between Brian and Lauren last night. Her and Brian had always had a special connection that was more a gift than a curse. “YOU SLEPT WITH LAUREN?” She yelled, hardly wincing at her shout before running over to a swearing Brian.

Then again, it seemed a lot like a curse right now.