More than Friends

Ten

Karlie's POV

"You're my best friend." Those four words manage to rip my heart to shreds. But why would she remember, for all I know, it could've been a nothing less fling for her, a couple of days of fun. But something inside me knows that Taylor wouldn't do that to a friend, someone she cares about even if it isn't in that way. It might just be the amnesia. The doctors said it could be a short term side affect of the fall and to 'just be glad it isn't worse'. So I try a different approach. "Do you know who you are?" I ask.

"I'm Taylor Alison Swift," she smiles, a glint of confusion in her sleepy eyes as she tries to work out where I'm coming from. I sigh internally but plaster a smile to match hers on my face.

"What's your latest album Tay?" The answer to this question could define everything. What if she doesn't remember she's Taylor Swift, seven time Grammy winner that has four albums gone platinum and is currently holding the record for most played song in 24 hours on Vevo. She rolls her eyes at me, obliging anyway.

"1989," she says, "But seriously Karlie, why're you asking me all this?" A defensive posture has taken her small, fragile body so she's frowning and has her hands in fists on the table in front of her. I don't want to be the one to explain what happened but seeing as Andrea has fled the scene, I feel I should.

"You fell Taylor. A few days back. You were ill and they let you wake naturally so you could heal," I explain simply, "they said you might have mild amnesia and dizziness for a while but you should be fine after that."

"Amnesia?" Taylor asks, a wild look coming into her electric blue eyes. I nod and close my eyes for a second. 'Please remember,' I think, 'any time now would be good.' She only looks scared now however and it's obvious she's not going to remember for now. "Oh my god Karls, what if I can't remember my songs? What if I forget about the fans online?"

"It won't be permanent," I reassure her.

"Oh god Karlie. Oh god. What about mom? Does my mom know?"

"Tay, you just asked your mom who she was. She left crying." At this, I can see tears dampen the edges of Taylor's eyes, similar to way Andrea's brightened as she ran. Taylor gulps and runs a thin hand through her hair.

"Please get her Karls, I want my mommy!" Taylor begs, the first blob of salt trickling down her cheek. "Tell her I'm sorry." So taking a deep breath, I depart the room to find Andrea.

In an odd way, I'm in the same situation as Andrea. Taylor remembers me but not what we had together, or at least, what I thought we had. Perhaps it meant nothing, the reason why she isn't remembering it. 'No Karlie,' I think, 'don't think like that.'

Andrea is sitting, a cup of luke warm coffee cupped in her trembling hands, obviously trying to forget the scene that had unfolded upstairs. All around her, noise and commotion is going on but as soon as I enter her orbit, everything stops. I can feel the pain radiating off her as I slide into the seat opposite, folding my longs legs underneath me until I'm comfy. She glances at me but has, seemingly, no reaction. Then after a glance at the milky coffee she's holding she begins to speak. Her voice is barely audible above the clatter but somehow I hear everything she has to stay. "Im sorry Karlie," I hear her say, zapping me out of the deep swirls of thought I'd been entangled in, "I saw the way you looked at her. I know you two had something and I'm sorry she doesn't remember but just be thankful she remembers you because she doesn't remember me." I'm scared Andrea will burst into tears in front of everyone so I tell her.

"Taylor hasn't forgotten you, she's crying upstairs for you." I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so swiftly. Before I know it, Andrea is in the elevator and going to Taylor's private room.

Taylor's POV.

My eyes feel sore and tired, the tears still leaking out of them everyone and then. How could I have forgotten my own mother, the one that was there for me when I was bullied, who toured around the world with me, who supported me no matter what? These thoughts send me off into another bout of sprinkling tears and I hear rushed footsteps. Probably just another nurse wondering why I'm crying. They're doing a good job, I admit but all I want is to go home and be with my friends and, of course, Mere and Dibbles.

However, instead of a nurse, I see the familiar figure of my mom rushing in, embracing me in such a tight squeeze I can barely breathe. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I gasp.

"Sssssh baby girl," mom comforts, stroking my matted hair, "it's okay, everything is going to be alright." Her murmurs do nothing to help my ragged breaths as I cry into her chest. We both lost count of the amount of times I cried there over my teenage years and I'd still do it now.

"I forgot my own mom," I cry, "how is that okay?" I'm definitely getting slightly hysterical now so I try to calm myself down. Soon my cries cease to mere whimpers and mom lets go so I can lean back. Then, in the doorframe that's hardly tall enough for her lanky figure, I see Karlie and my heart gives a little flutter. My Karlie, my best friend. So why is my heart jumping. Perhaps it's just tiredness? And as if my thought could send me sleep, my eyes slip to closing and I drift to another land full of mysterious blond girls with green eyes.

Karlie's POV

I was definitely imagining the way she looked at me when I stood in the door, I find myself thinking as I enter Taylor's apartment to get her some clothes and make up so she can come home in a media approved look. It won't be quite up to her usual standard but I'm sure they might have more leniency seeing as she's been in a coma. Haha, or not. When have the media ever been known to be nice? They're probably spinning a web of lies for Taylor to unravel when she feels well enough to deal with all the PR stuff, which, if we let her, would be as soon as we got back.

Andrea agreed that I should stay with her and make sure she doesn't start doing Taylor like things such as, I don't know, worrying. I wish it had never happened, the fall. If I hadn't of left her to get the groceries, she wouldn't have tried to go to the bathroom and we'd be together, even if it wasn't in the public eye. We would be together, hugging and kissing innocently, she'd be about to start tour and I could jet around with her when life wasn't being too demanding. But no, I'd gone off to buy food we probably didn't need and now she didn't remember a thing.

And that killed me.

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An update for you all. I'm really please with the way this fic is going. I lysm and please comment ways I can improve. Your feedback always means so much x