Wolfstar Oneshots (With a Hint of Jily) #Wattys2019

Lost Luggage

Muggle AU

A/N: Firstly, before the story, thank you all for 41K+ reads on this book! I never imagined this when I first started writing it. Thank you for reading and supporting the book. Consider this a thank you gift for all the votes and comments.

Remus POV:

I am finally back home to London from New York. I had gone there to attend to some business matters from work, but I missed my home, even if I do live alone. As I am waiting near the baggage carousel, someone catches my eye. 

I see a man who is a bit shorter than me with black hair tied in a bun. He is wearing a black leather jacket on a white AC/DC shirt, with ripped black jeans. In general, he is so damn hot. 

I have to physically stop myself from drooling as I see my bag come towards me on the carousel. I pick it up, take one last long look at the very attractive stranger, and head towards the exit of the airport, back to the comfort of my home. 

Once I reach my apartment, I collapse on my bed and fall asleep, giving into my sleep deprivation. 

I wake up at 10 the next morning, feeling fresh and looking like a disaster. As I go to my suitcase in order to open it, I notice that the lock on it is not the same one that I had used. 

Shit, I think as I check the luggage tag. The name on in reads, "Sirius Black". Whoever this is must be looking for their bag, so I hurriedly go back to the airport, still looking like I have just been through a tornado.

I head to the information desk and tell them about the mishap. They direct me to the lost and found counter. As I approach the desk, I notice the handsome man from yesterday standing there with a suitcase that looks suspiciously like mine. 

Oh no, please, don't tell that the first impression he has of me is going to be the person who took his suitcase, I think as I reach the counter.

The man and the person working stop talking when I arrive. 

"Hi, uh, I think we took each other's suitcases by accident yesterday. Sorry," I say to the man, hoping that the heat on my face is from the lack the air conditioning and not the red rushing to my face.

He turns to me and says, "Ah! Yes, thank you. It's no problem, the confusion was valid, they do look exactly the same." I examine the suitcases and realize that he did say the truth. 

"Yeah," I respond, trying not to make a fool of myself in front of this man. The personnel working behind the counter had gone away when I started talking, leaving me alone with the man. 

"I am Sirius, by the way," the man, Sirius, says.

"I am Remus."

"Remus, nice to meet."

"You too."

"So, why did you travel to New York?", he asks me.

"I had more business meetings that I didn't really do anything in but still needed to be there," I reply, causing him to laugh. "What about you?", I ask.

"I had gone to visit my younger brother. He is at University there, completing his masters. He couldn't come to London because of his studies, so I decided to visit him instead."

"Aww, that's sweet," I say. He looks down with a smile and I think I am losing my mind cause I see him blush lightly. 

He looks at his watch and asks me, "Hey, it's just past noon right now. Do you want to go have brunch with me somewhere? My treat."

A million questions are revolving around my head at 100km per hour. Is this a date? Why would he ask the person who took his suitcase? Do I even look presentable?