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The clues to lost memories

Taylor pov

I just got home from the studio, quite exhausted but glad I'm here before 9 o'clock. I get out my key and unlock the side door of our house, wiping my shoes on the "live. laugh. leave" doormat before walking into the large garage. I passed multiple cars, some being sports cars, then walked up the four small steps and opened the door. As soon as I walked into our warm vanilla scented home, Cleo stood up and started jumping up and down. "Mama!", she cheered and hugged my legs tightly and with eagerness.

I softly put my hand on her head and ruffled some of her hair, which she took off her head to hold. "Where's Mami?", I and shrugged while asking down to her. "Mami told me not to tell you", she shook her head and swayed her index finger; telling me no. I frowned, "what do you mean? Did something happen?", I bent down and asked the four year old. She just childishly giggled, "no mama, nothing happened. She just said she wanted you to find her. I'm going to bed now, love you", she surprised me with a hug before running back up the grand staircase.

I stood up, confused. Fine, she wants to play this game, let's play. I though to myself, then went on to search every corner of this large home. As I did, I forgot how warm everything feels; not temperature wise, but sensitivity wise. Every room I walked into with the purpose of finding my lover, I remembered every memory made within the walls. When I walked around the first floor at first and took a look at the staircase railing, I remembered when me and y/n joked about her as a kid jumping off railings like this one.

When I continued walking around, I remembered just a couple of months ago when Cleo lost her first tooth. She was running out of the kitchen, until she tripped and her loose tooth got bumped out. She didn't cry though, she actually came running to us with a smile and a bloody tooth in her hand. When I walked into the living room, I couldn't help but laugh at the memory of y/n thinking she lost her engagement ring in this room. Meanwhile, the ring was just in a stack of magazines and she had completely looked over it.

Soon I had checked around the first floor entirely, yet no trace of y/n. With hope left, I walked to the stairs and began to make my way up. Whilst walking up the steps, I noticed a little paper machete in the shape of a fox placed on the top step. I knew y/n made thing because no one else made these things as good as her, but why would she place it here? Then I had a witful moment, and unlocked an almost forgotten memory.

One night we fell asleep in the music room, y/n couldn't sleep and was feeling fidgety, so she made about 50 paper machetes to make up for the time. When I woke up, I was covered with paper in the shape of animals. So, I practically ran to the music room. When I got there I didn't see y/n unfortunately, but I did see a page on the small couch. I read the lyrics and they belonged to her song "Brooklyn baby",  the song I vividly remember staying up with her in the bedroom while she wrote so she wouldn't be alone.

Quickly, I ran up the steps to the 3rd floor and made my way to the bedroom hallway. This hallway had every single bedroom in it, meaning my next clue must be in ours. It was silent in these rooms, meaning everyone was asleep. When I opened the door I quickly saw Dug The Penguin sitting on our bed. Dug was a plushy penguin I got her for Valentines day when I was on tour, and she'll hold it whenever I'm gone. This was a tricky one since she got it at our doorstep in a box so it couldn't be there, but I picked up the animal to look at it. I noticed on the tag there was a red lip stain on it, causing me to think HARD about what that could mean. The bathroom where our make up is? No. The place where we swapped lipsticks? No. Where we usually kiss? No, that's everywhere. When we had our first kiss? Yes! Happily, I shot up to go to our work out room.

We first kissed when the gym was closed, and my house was under investigation for a brake in and I didn't want to be there, so she offered to workout at her house with her. We kept getting too close and touchy to the point where I couldn't help it, and kissed her. Immediately I saw the champagne pink perfume bottle, resting on one of the benches. The bottle said honey on it, so I thought of anything in the past honey related. Then like lightning struck me, I remembered when she some how got a bunch of honey stuck in her hair, so we took a shower together to get it out. I didn't waste anytime and ran to the shower we showered in, looking throughout bottles once I got there. I saw a book. It wasn't a random book, it was the first book I ever read to Cleo, in the library. I picked up the book and walked to the library, looking around the large shelves for another clue.

On one of the tables, there was a toy police car. It was Cleo's action figure, and I wondered what bell that was supposed to ring in my head. In the very depths of my memory, I managed to remember when we were on the roof like we usually are and heard sirens in the distance. It was somehow calming, excpecially in the dark of night, but that was also how I came up with "getaway car". We were thinking about how it would be to be the getaway car being chased by the police. If I get this wrong, I'm gonna look real stupid.

I ran to the balcony where we would usually climb up onto the room from. Once I got there, I climbed up the metal ladder that was attached to the side of the house then got up on the roof. There I saw her, y/n smiling like a child with an open computer, snacks, and blankets. "Thank god, I thought for a second you'd never find me", she said to me. "How about a 'thank you Taylor for searching through this huge house and finding clues for you', ya know know that'd be nice", I joked before sitting down next to her. "I love you", she told me while looking into my eyes, as if it was her turn to search, and she was starting with my gaze. "I love you too, Princess", I said and latched my hands to her waist, she was pushing hair out of the way then cubbed my face.  Passionately, she kissed my lips. We moved them in sinc so the love was thrown back and forth between our lips.