So High School | T. Swift x OC

epilogue

I'm gonna miss these guys frfr

"I'm sorry," Eliot said for the umpteenth time.

Taylor rolled her eyes at him. She knew what he was apologising for. She knew and quite frankly she was sick of it. Eliot hadn't asked for that drunk driver to crash into him. He didn't ask to lose his memories.

He just asked to stay happy.

"Tay," Eliot said when she huffed at his statement. "I am, I swear. I- I'm so sorry I don't remember you. I want to so bad because I love you and you love me and I don't remember us and I feel so so bad. So, I'm sor-"

Taylor cut Eliot off with a kiss, pulling away to look at his glazed over eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? And I- you love me?"

The blonde looked at Eliot with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

Eliot looked at her like she was crazy. "I mean, duh. I'm pretty sure I promised that I'd never forget loving you," He said so calmly that Taylor nearly missed it too.

"You... remember?" Taylor said slowly, as if the question would make him forget all over again.

Eliot just nodded, he briefly forgot that he had amnesia. "Well, yeah. You didn't want me to go. I shouldn't have. You were right. I mean, when are you not?" He laughed softly before his face fell. "Holy shit."

"You remember!"

"I remember!" Eliot yelled out right after his girlfriend. He leaned over and hugged her tightly, laughing into her neck, the vibrations tickling the older woman.

I coukd say it wasn't much, but that would be a lie. Eliot remembered loving Taylor. And that was all they needed. They could make back to other memories, could have a second first date, a second first kiss, a second meet the parents, a second first I love you. Taylor would do everything again and again and again for Eliot.

He made her feel things that no one else made her feel. Not Tom, not her brief fling with some Olympic athlete woman who made her question if she was just as straight as she thought she was. Not Joe (who coincidentally was best friends with said athlete, making for a lot of awkward parties).

She could say to herself that he was the one and mess it up like she did every other time she said that, or she could just stare into his eyes, melt at the look of love he gave her, and fall asleep in his arms. She could drag him all over the world with her and not worry about if he thought her career was over shadowing his because he was content with her. He'd drop every of it meant being with her forever, and perhaps she would too.

"Do you want to marry me?" Taylor blurted out.

Eliot looked at her. The look of pure love being mixed in with some confusion. "What?"

Taylor shook her head and looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry. That was-" she silently cursed herself. They hadn't even been dating a year. And now she had probably scared him off. "It's okay. I wou-"

"Alison," Eliot cut off sternly. The blonde looked flabbergasted. She couldn't believe she just middle named her. "If you're about to say 'I wouldn't marry me either,' I will drag you into a chapel right now."

The blonde blushed and looked down.

"I do want to marry you. But maybe we should wait a little bit? You know, just until at least the tour is over. And, I totally need to properly propose to you. I was thinking my mom's ring. Some Dom Pérignon. In front of all of my friends, and in my hometown. And-"

"Stop that," Taylor rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to leave you stranded. And stop quoting my songs at me!"

Eliot pretended to think before denying her request. The blonde laughed softly before peppering kisses around his face, arms wrapped around his neck.