Hold on, don't you let go. (Tayvin/Talvin)

Is it called love?

Calvin's POV

The beeping sound of my monitor forced my eyes open. The world is revealed to me in blurry white patches at first, but when I rub in circles on my eyes my vision is clearer. I feel a weight at my side I turn my head slowly and I see Taylor with her head on the bed and my arm around her. A smile creeps on my face as I stroke her head. She came here last night I was so excited when I saw her guitar. I love her voice. It's magical.

(A/N Yes it is Calvin, yes it is.)

"What is it that my heart knows about you, Taylor?"

She moves slightly notifying me that she's waking up. She was wearing a vintage dress, her grey coat draped of the back of the chair. She sat up and stretched my arm went from around her shoulders to the empty space next to me, where she lay before.

"Hey sleepy head."

I said, my voice still a quiet mumble as I woke up just moments before her. She pulled a hand through her bangs they rested in a swoop on her forehead. She smoothed down her hair and smiled at me.

Taylor: Morning!

She rested her back against the chair gazed out the window. Probably at the weather, it's surprisingly sunny today.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

She mumbles while facing her head back to me. I shrugged my shoulders.

She smiles and gets up slinging the strap of her bag onto her shoulder. My eyebrows frown, she can't be leaving, I just woke up.

"You're not going, are you?"

She had her back to me and was gripping the door handle, she turned on her heel slightly and giggled while shaking her head.

Taylor: Only for a few, I'll be back, I'm just going to get us some breakfast.

I nodded before she opened the door an disappeared down the hallway. The room was silent again. I hate silence, I would much rather hear a passing train than a room full of people, that won't talk.

But of course this silence isn't the unwillingness for people to talk, it's the absence of people all together....and that's depressing. Having no one around, it's lonely.

TAYLOR'S POV

Ed had called me yesterday and asked if I could stay with Adam for a while as he had a bunch of press to do for his album. I agreed, of course, I love Adam and I would do anything for him. The doctor had informed me that he would start remembering the people that he wasn't as close to first, apparently the first people a person with Amnesia forgets are the people he or she isn't particularly close to. That means that people like his mom and dad and..me, he would remember last. I can't say I'm not upset about it but I can't complain either because everyone around him is feeling the same, we should all support him.

The days are harder now but with each day I wake, it gets slightly easier to take. Of course there are days where I have dreams about him and wake in tears, nights where I sleep in his t-shirts just to feel close to him, mornings where I realise I won't see him down the end of the stairs, moments where everything is just too much and the pain is unbearable and I start to wonder wether he'll ever come back to me. There are many days that go like that, I can't control them or try to hide from them because the truth is I am vulnerable at the moment and I have to be okay with that.

I'm going back home to change and freshen up I'm also going to get Adam some new clothes, he must be tired of those hospital gowns. I place the key into the lock and swung the door open. As I walked in the door closed shut. I let out a huge breath and threw the keys onto the bench and walked past the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Before the accident we were living at each other's apartments, we hadn't talked about moving in together but it was definitely on our minds we just never got the chance to speak on it.