N: short one, a filler chapter as i work out the next oncoming drama bit. A happy little one to keep you tide over. Read, enjoy, review, then go to amazon and review my books if you've read them! If you haven't, then go ahead and get them, read them and share them!

Bo

Yawning, I rolled onto my back. My hand running over the cool mattress and finding it empty on Lauren's side. I opened my eyes, frowning to find she was missing. It had become my favorite thing lately, to wake up next to her warmth. Snuggle up into her side and fall asleep for a little longer.

I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest and looked around the room. I sighed when I saw her glasses, her notebooks, and her favorite blanket was missing. Telling me she was in her den, working. I yawned one more time, scooting to the edge of the bed, and stretching. I grinned when I felt how sore my body was, remembering all the activity from the night before. Standing up from the bed, I walked to the closet and pulled down what looked to be an old pair of pajama pants, and a thick sweater. I then walked to the bathroom, grinning wider when I saw my coat hung up and drying over the large heat vent next to the bathtub. I shook my head, knowing the rest of my clothes were probably in the final spin cycle in the washing machine. Lauren, if anything, was considerate, and would hate for my clothes to be ruined. Let alone lie in a mess around her immaculate house.

I thought about the night before, the way Lauren took me, loved me and blew my world apart. She was incredible, perfect, stunning and i would happily through my future career away to just be with her. I was hopelessly in love with her, and it was worse than ever. I smiled, running my fingers over the red marks left by her. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the soft moan edging out of my throat when i thought about having her again. I would find it difficult to keep my hands to myself, and respect the workplace rules when we went back to work tomorrow. My heart and body craved Lauren now, she completed me, made me feel whole, and i was grateful for fate leading back to her. I was already picturing the future we could have. What would be next for us? I had already found my almost perfect, what more could there be? I shook my head, i sounded like a silly teen in love with the posters on her wall. I tried to focus on getting dressed, but failed when I ran my hands over her clothes.

Swathed in warm clothing, that smelled like Lauren, I set out to find her. It was only a little past ten in the morning, leaving us plenty of the day left to spend together. I smiled, burying my hands in the long sleeves of the sweater. I was ecstatic in that Christmas morning kind of way. Last night had concreted much of my heart, and how it beat for the blonde. It had been an incredibly long journey to get this point. A journey filled with bumps, potholes, and many wrong turns. But I was here now. Here where I belonged and I was excited for the future.

I came to the den, poking my head around the door frame. Lauren was sitting in a large leather chair, covered up to her chin with her blanket. Her eyes were closed as a man's voice spoke over the speaker phone on the desk in front of her. She looked gorgeous with messy, wild hair, wearing her glasses as frowned at the voice. "I know Roger. I know I'm under budget, get them to give me more money for the digital department. It's far cheaper than actually getting Spitfires to fly over set. Cheaper by a few hundred thousand." Lauren groaned, shifting under blanket as she opened her eyes. Her brown eyes immediately finding mine, a smile edging the frown away.

"I'll see what I can do, Lauren. I'll have accounting break down the budget for the big wigs. I know you saved a ton when you cast Bo and that other unknown." Roger chuckled. "I still don't know how you negotiated Gillian down to a reasonable fee. She's been fielding ten million dollar offers, and you got her down to five."

Lauren gave me a look, pointing at the phone and mouthing that she was annoyed. "Roger, I have my secrets. And you'll be blown away by the unknowns. I know I already have been." Lauren winked at me, snaking a hand out to reach for the phone. "I'm taking the rest of the day off, Roger. I'll still email you what Barton sends me, but I'm done with phone calls for today. We can get back at it Sunday night." Lauren waited until Roger agreed, and hung up on him. She let out a groan, flopping back into the chair with a soft smile. "Good morning."

I smiled, blushing as I shuffled over to the chair. "Good morning." When I was close, I bent down, kissing Lauren soundly. Smiling against her mouth as she pushed back. When I parted, I licked my lips and sat on the edge of the desk. "I woke up to a very chilly bed."

Lauren nodded. "Blame Roger. He called with more studio bullshit. They're really pushing the press junket next week." She flipped open the blanket, revealing she was only wearing a long t-shirt, and waved me to sit on her lap. "As you can see, I had intentions of coming back to bed."

I chuckled, squishing myself into the large chair as Lauren covered us with the blanket. I sighed happily at the way her body against mine had an adverse reaction. "Do you ever take a vacation?" I snuggled into her arms. "Or a full day off?"

Lauren wrapped her arms around me. "Not until production has wrapped." She held me tight. "I never really had a reason to want to take days off while working. Work was my only constant, the only thing I deeply loved." She slipped a hand under the large sweater, her palm warm against my skin. "Then I cast this unknown who keeps surprising me day after day."

I laughed. "I don't know if I should be insulted or relieved the entertainment world sees me as an unknown these days." I looked up at Lauren. "We should take a long vacation when this film is done. I want you to myself, Lauren. I want to solidify that our relationship is real outside of this hectic pace."

"Real and not a secret?" Lauren's face turned. "I'm sorry about that Bo, it's just." She let out a breath. "If the press found out about us, they wouldn't let it go. I'm afraid to let that third party in before I'm ready." She kissed my forehead. "Plus, you make me feel normal. Normal and a nobody."

I gave her a dirty, playful look. "You'll never be a nobody. You're my somebody. Never forget that."

Lauren cocked an eyebrow, a small smile forming on her lips. "Are you staking your claim on me? Should I get your name tattoo in a heart on my ass?"

I shook my head, leaning to sit up on her lap as I went to stand up. I held my hand out to her. "I would never ask you to defile such a perfect ass." I waggled my fingers at her. "Get up. We need breakfast, a shower. Effy told me about a place an hour away from here, where no one knows, or cares, who we are. Nothing but a small town with shops and cafes."

Lauren raised her eyebrows. "Are you asking me on a date?"

I shrugged nervously. "Yes?" I went to drop my hand. "As much as I would love to spend all day in bed with you, I want to spend time with you. Outside of hidden walls, secrets, and sets." I took a chance on asking Effy last night if there was anywhere Lauren and I could go, where we could be normal. She suggested the quiet town where celebrity was nothing more than a word. I stepped back. "Never mind. We can do a day in again, watching reruns and eating my terrible cooking."

Lauren chewed on her bottom lip, standing up from the chair. "Effy suggested the town?"

I nodded, picking at the sleeve of my sweater. "Yes. Drunkenly said she had it vetted and checked out. The only movie star they recognized was Jennifer Lawrence and Mel Gibson. I have this odd image of her going door to door with our pictures, asking if anyone had seen us."

Lauren laughed, reaching for my hand. "That's probably exactly what she did." When she had my hand in hers, she pulled me into her arms. "Let's go. We both could use a day outside of this house."

"Are you sure? The tabloids could spot us." I glanced up at her.

Lauren sighed. "We'll be careful. It also looks like the tabloids are too focused on set exclusives. I'm also certain Effy has a press release ready, stating we are having secret meetings about casting you as the lead in my next film." Lauren squeezed me before letting me go, keeping my hand in hers. "After last night, I want to try harder with us. I want to fight the stupid fears I have. What's the worst that could happen?"

I smiled, shrugging. The tone in Lauren's voice told me that she was deathly afraid of the tabloids shredding our relationship apart. Making me wonder what kind of hell she had been through over the years. "Let's take baby steps?"

Lauren smirked. "Baby steps." She tugged my hand, silently asking me to follow her. "So, you mentioned a shower?"

I grinned, feeling my body heat rise to the point a sweater was unnecessary. I turned, dropping her hand as I lifted the sweater off, letting it fall to the floor. I looked over my shoulder. "I did. Race you there?" I skipped a few steps, trying to bait Lauren.

In a blink, I was scooped up into her arms and carried with urgency to the bathroom. A very eager blonde staring at my chest, mumbling how I needed to learn how to play fair.

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Lauren

"I guess this is the place?" I leaned forward, looking out the windshield of the old Aston Martin, locking the emergency brake. I glanced at Bo, grinning and holding my hand. She looked adorable in the large English driving cap I found in the back of my closet. She was wearing a pair of my old jeans, a new tweed button down I never wore, and a waxed raincoat. She looked like a part of the scenery. She wore no makeup and kept her hair in a ponytail under the hat. I had done the same with my appearance, hiding my hair under an old hat Gillian gave me from a trip to Australia. I dressed in layers, wearing my oldest, most comfy, clothes. For a moment, I felt like a normal silly couple doing the touristy thing. Taking the sights of an old English town.

Bo's grin had my heart skipping. "It's amazing." She bent over, kissing my cheek as she pushed out of the old car. She stood up, taking a deep breath of the very cold, but fresh air. "I feel like I'm in a movie."

I chuckled walking around to her side of the car. "You technically are in a movie." I leaned into her side, throwing an arm around her side. "I'm just glad we actually made it out of the house." I smirked at the blush around her cheeks.

Bo leaned into my embrace. "I couldn't help it. That shower had me reminiscent, and when I reminisce about you naked, I want to touch you as much as possible." She sighed, kissing the side of my neck. "I mean have you seen you naked?"

I winked at her. "I am pretty spectacular." I kissed her softly. "But nothing compared to you." I stepped back, grabbing her elbow to guide her towards the row of tiny shops. "Let's go do something before we get too handsy. We have plenty of time when the sun goes down to compare who looks better naked."

Bo groaned, but followed me. We were careful not to hold hands. Years of the entertainment industry drilling that into our heads. Never overtly show affection when you didn't want the world to know. I didn't want to tell Bo, especially after seeing how excited she was to take me out, but I was beyond nervous about anyone seeing us together. I knew how the tabloids worked, and no press release would keep the hounds off the fresh meat of an on set romance like Bo and I were living. But, Bo was worth the risk. I wanted to spend time with her as much as she did me. I wasn't lying when I said she made me feel normal. She did. I saw it in her eyes, when she looked at me, that she saw pat my fame. The money, the power, and the waves of adoration that followed the famous director. When she looked at me, I became Lauren Lewis. Former pizza delivery girl with big dreams to change the world in the only way I could.

I smiled softly, watching Bo rambling about how the little town reminded her of those wizard books she read while waiting at auditions. "I wonder if any of these shops sell wands."

I laughed, gently pulling her towards an old store that caught my eye. An antique bookshop slash trinket vendor. "Let's go in here. I want to see if they have first editions. My mother collects them, and harasses me whenever I travel to find her a new one to add to her shelves." I held the old wooden door open for her. "Maybe you can find a souvenir or two to take home." I pointed at a large pewter mug in the shape of a dragon. "Grab that. Gillian will love it. She has a strange obsession with dragons."

Bo chuckled, picking up the large mug. "It's more of an obsession for the girl who plays the dragon queen in her favorite show. It's more of a fetish, than an obsession."

I gave Bo a strange look. "That explains a lot. When did you find this out about Gilly?"

"In between blocking our love scenes. It gets awkward, so Gillian rambles. I think it's her way of making me feel comfortable." Bo moved to a case of full of snow globes. "I also learned Effy loves snow globes. We should pick one out for her, thank her for being our secret matchmaker and detective." Bo leaned forward against the case. Asking the older woman behind the counter to see one with a large display with Buckingham palace in the middle.

I patted Bo's back. "I'll be over there, browsing."

Bo smiled, nodding as she shook the globe, making the white plastic flakes flitter about.

I walked over to a small case filled with old and new necklaces, all with varying Celtic knots, and other very old lockets. I smiled, loving the history trapped in the tiny case. I scanned over traditional Thor's hammers, trees of life sigils, and then I came across an old cameo locket. It was made of very old silver, a white ivory profile of a woman cradled by a sapphire blue background. It was incredible, and reminded me of Bo. I turned, motioning the older woman over. She smiled, telling Bo she'd be back in a tick.

"Yes ma'am?"

I grinned at her thick accent, and pointed at the necklace. "Can I see that one, please?"

She smiled. "Yes. This piece is very old. Fell into this store from an estate sale. Rumor is the woman who owned this was giving this by her first true love as he shipped off to fight the Germans." She handed over the locket. The moment it was in my hands, I felt the love, the pull and it made me think of Bo and what she made me feel.

I held it in the palm of my hand, running my fingertip over the delicate cameo. "It's beautiful."

"It is. The locket has a happy ending, from what I understand. Love won, and it came here to find a new home. A new love story to be a part of." She leaned forward, looking over at Bo holding up different snow globes.

I smirked at the old woman. I knew she had picked up on the energy between Bo and I the second we walked in. "I'll take it. Can you wrap it up discreetly while I help my friend choose a snow globe?"

The older woman, winked at me and took the necklace back. Ushering off to the corner of the counter to package it up. I moved back to Bo, leaning over her shoulder. "Are you going to get them all?"

Bo grinned, shaking her head and holding up two globes. One had the Queen sitting in her throne, the other was the Queen standing on a mountain top. "I might get these two. Effy has a unique love for the Queen. She'll love it." I spotted another pewter mug tucked under Bo's arm. A mug that looked an awful lot like my Scottish man pillow.

I laughed, nodding. "She will love you forever." I glanced at the older woman, setting the small brown paper wrapped package on the counter. "We should hurry, I'm starving and I won't last much longer if we don't eat something."

Bo smiled, collecting her gifts and walked over to the counter. I stood next to her, handing over a few pounds with Bo's money, to the older lady as she wrapped the mug and snow globes up. I palmed the small box while was Bo distracted, talking with the older woman about the town and where we could get a decent lunch.

I made eye contact with the older woman, who's smile brightened, thanking her as Bo took the bag from her. "Thank you."

I gently took Bo's elbow and held the door open for her. I guided her down the street to the small pub the older woman suggested. But before we went in, spontaneity struck me and I side stepped down an alley next to the pub. It wasn't much of an alley, but a lush green pathway. There was ivy growing along the stone walls of the buildings on either side of us. Creating a perfect place for me to give Bo the necklace. "Bo, hang on a moment."

Bo looked at me, nervous. "What is it? Did that lady recognize you?" She looked around, looking panicked. "I didn't say anything. Even when she asked my name, I told her my name was Mary."

I laughed, grabbing Bo's hand, pulling her closer. "It's fine. Nothing is wrong, she didn't recognize either of us." I dug in my pocket, pulling out the small package. "I'm terrible with surprises." I held it out to her. "I got you this."

Bo raised her eyebrows, staring at the package. "Is it a tiny snow globe?"

I shook my head, pushing it for her to take. "Open it before I ruin it and tell you what it is."

Bo still looked at me cautiously, handing over the bag of gifts for me to hold. "Okay." She carefully peeled apart the package, revealing the vintage black necklace box. She lifted the lid, gasping as she ran her fingers over the cameo. "Lauren, it's incredible."

I smiled, tipping my head down to look at my feet. "It made me think of you. Our love story, the real one and the one that inspires me to love you as hard as I possibly can." I looked up, leaning over to pick it out of the box. "It's over seventy years old, survived the war and came home. Now." I lifted it out of the box, motioning for Bo to turn around so I could put it on her. "It's coming to us, a symbol of what I feel for you. What I will fight for, and how much I absolutely adore you, Bo."

I heard Bo sniffle as I secured the necklace, turning her back around. I smiled, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. "Do you like it? You're crying."

Bo grabbed the sides of my face, kissing me deeply. I didn't care, the ivy was doing its job in hiding us from the street. When she parted, she licked her lips, grinning. "I love it. I love it. It's amazing." She sniffled, running her thumb across my cheek. "And all I got you was a pewter mug shaped like your scottish boyfriend."

I laughed, giving her a look. "I wondered who that was for." I kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll love it, it'll remind me of you."

Bo slipped her arm around my waist, her hand moving to the locket sitting in the middle of her chest. "And this will always make me think of you." She sighed happily. "What did I do right in this world to have you?"

I smiled, even though Bo's tone had me a wondering why she sounded so sad. I covered the hand on her chest with mine, pressing both against her pounding heart. "Now that I've made you cry, can I interest you in a pint and some fine English fare?"

Bo's grin returned, lighting up her entire face. "Yes." She wiped at her cheeks, kissing me one more time before she linked her arm in mine and walked us out of the ivy alley. "Will you at least pretend to cry with joy when I give you the mug later?"

I laughed, leaning into her side. "Anything for you, my love."

Bo and I walked to the pub, arm in arm. She was giddy, her hand never leaving the locket around her neck. I smiled, silently telling my grandparents thank you for guiding me towards this incredible woman, and love.

I was felt normal for the first time in years, normal in being in love, true love, for the first time in my entire life.

I could feel my guard slowly melting away, the walls I built up, and the fear I carried, fading into a distant memory. I was pretty sure nothing would stand in my way now.