Begin Again

Chapter One

Taylor's POV

I immediately sat up in bed the moment my eyes opened, so excited for the day I couldn't sit still. My movement awoke my soon-to-be husband, who also quickly sat up next to me, and wrapped his arms around me, placing a kiss in my hair. "Good morning, love." He said sweetly, and I grinned.

"Can I just marry you already?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Sounds perfect to me." He replied, and I giggled, falling into him as he rubbed my back. I clung onto him with all my strength, I love him so much. "Come on, darling, I want to take my fiancé to breakfast before we get married." Ed stood and I followed, into the closet to get clothes and then into the bathroom to get ready. In twenty minutes we were getting into the car.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up outside one of my favorite cafes. "Awe, Ed, thank you for bringing us here! I love this place!" I undid my seatbelt quickly in anticipation, before the car had actually stopped moving.

Ed clicked the car off, and look at the car ahead of us to check his parking job.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a car speeding forward. Faster and faster towards us, until it hit out back bumper, then I flew forward and then....nothing.

Ed's POV

Out of nowhere, a car came from behind and slammed into ours. I had my seatbelt on, so I all I got was whiplash. I looked over to check my fiancé, only to find her halfway through the windshield. "TAYLOR!" I screamed, and ran out of the car and to the other side to get closer to her. She was unconscious, and there was blood spilling from her head. I whipped out my phone as fast as possible and dialed 911. I told them everything, and then sat with Taylor until they came. "Taylor...Taylor, love, please, today's our wedding day! You're gonna be alright, right?" I was crying then, clutching onto her hand and praying that she would be okay. "Please Taylor, please, stay with me..."

After what seemed like forever, the ambulance arrived, and quickly loaded Taylor up. I tried to hop in, but was denied so. "Her condition is so critical, we've got a large team in here to help her and there's no room for you. You'll have to drive yourself.

I was fuming. "I can't very well drive my car, there's a gaping hole in the windshield and the back bumper is completely and totally smashed in. There can't not be any space at all for me to ride, she's my fiancé for gods sake!"

The nurse thought for a moment. "Ride with the driver." She said, and I ran to the passenger side of the ambulance. There was already another man in that seat, to help the ambulance driver, but I didn't care. They both looked alarmed, but I brushed it off.

"I have no way to get to the hospital, as my car now has a gaping hole in the windshield and the back bumper is completely mashed in. I would ride back there with my fiancé but they decided that I wouldn't fit. So I'm riding here, whether you like it or not." I told them defiantly, and the man in the passengers seat scooted ideals along the bench to make room for me. I slammed the door shut, and then we were off.

It was an extremely quick ride to the hospital, and before I knew it they were rushing Taylor into an operating room, and I was to stay in the waiting room.

I collapsed into a chair and into my own tears, succumbing to the thoughts that crossed my mind. Maybe Taylor won't wake up, maybe I've lost her forever. On our wedding day, maybe I'll have to say goodbye. The more I thought about losing Taylor, the harder I cried. I can't, I can't, I can't. I just can not lose her. In a couple hours she's supposed to my wife, she's the girl of my dreams, not to mention she's my best friend, always has been, and always will be. She's been my crutch for as long as I've known her, there's no way I'd survive it if I lost Taylor.

I decided that to save myself from the overwhelming anxiety and depression that was falling on top of me like a weight, I would need to call someone. That someone being Andrea, Taylor's mum. She needs to know what' stoping on, and I need to talk to someone besides my own self.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. She picked up quickly. "Hey Ed! How're you and Taylor doing? Are you guys excited for your big day?" She asked excitedly, and for whatever reason unknown, that made me cry harder. "Are you alright? Are you crying? What's going on?"

"Mrs. Swift, Taylor and I were in a car crash. I had taken her out to breakfast at her favorite cafe in town, and in anticipation she unbuckled her seat belt before I had finished parking the car. Just then, as I was checking my parking job, some car came flying from behind and hit our rear bumper. All I got was whiplash, but Taylor, she..." I faltered just thinking about it, succumbing to the tears that threatened to rack my whole body. I spoke rather quickly, "she flew threw the windshield, and was out cold so I called an ambulance and they came and got her and now I'm at the hospital and she's in surgery and they don't know if she'll make it and..and..." This time I let the tears completely overrun me.

"Oh my god, Ed, thank you for telling me, Scott and I will be right there." She said, and hung up. I dropped my phone into my lap and just sat there holding myself, trying to keep myself together but doing a miserable job.

Soon, Andrea and Scott were there, sitting next to me, trying comfort me while needing to be comforted themselves. "They...they don't know if she's gonna make it! I...can't lose her, I can't." I repeated over and over again, thinking about the beautiful girl that I had planned on marrying only hours before, and now I'm merely praying she'll live.

After what were the longest hours of my life, they finally wheeled Taylor out of the operating room.

I have never ran faster than when I did then to her bedside.

The nurses stopped rolling her bed so I could get a good look at her, taking her limp hand in mine and brushing her hair out of her face as I scanned her up and down. "So she's gonna be alright?" I asked optimistically.

"Well...she...she'll be fine, medically." One of the nurses mumbled.

"What does that mean?!" I was furious.

"Well, she will be fine, it's just...her memory."

"What about it?" Why won't they just tell me whatever the hell it is?

"Well...She may not remember the past few years of her life." The nurse muttered quietly.

"WHAT? It'll come back right? RIGHT?" I was furious, even more so than before.

"It should come back, yes, it'll just be...over a span of time, and it will all come back very slowly. Some of it may not come back at all." She told me, and I was ready to throw something. They took her memory? And now she's going to have to fight for it back? And some of it may not even come back? I wanted to hurt someone for doing this to her, only until realizing it was necessary to save her life.

"But she will be alright, yes?"

"She'll be fine, she should wake up in a matter of hours."

I placed a delicate kiss on Taylor's cheek before following them to the room they left her in.

What a wedding day.

A/N: I wrote a fanfic similar to this called I Just Wanna Know You and the reason I'm writing this one so similarly is because I had a lot of elements to that story that were factually incorrect. I felt that if I were to try and rewrite all that to be correct I would've just had to have basically rewritten a whole new fanfiction. So, that's what I'm doing here, I'm just going to use all new ideas for the story to make it different, in that sense. Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful day! :)