Begin Again

Chapter Five

*About a Week Later*

Taylor's POV

"Thanks for dinner, mom." I said as I set my plate in the sink.

"Of course, Taylor. Anything I can do for you?" She asked sweetly, but I shook my head.

"No, I'm actually really tired, so I think I'm just gonna go upstairs to bed, but thank you." I walked over and gave her a hug, before giving my dad a hug.

"Sleep tight, little miss Taylor." He mumbled sweetly, and I smiled.

"Thanks dad, you too." He placed a kiss on my cheek before I wandered upstairs.

I only had a few pairs of clothes over here, just some stuff I'd brought over from the house I lived in with Ed. I didn't want to make it seem like I was permanently moving by bringing all my clothes over here, because even if I'm here for a couple months, or even if it's just a week or two, I'm only staying here until I remember enough about Ed so that I can feel comfortable living there with him again.

I tossed on some sweats and a t-shirt, pulling on an old hoodie over it. I had found the hoodie in my pajama drawer at the other house, even though it looked rather big. But, it was very comfortable and warm, so I let the loose fabrics drape over me as I cuddled up into bed.

I turned on some James Taylor to help me get to sleep, as that was one of the things I had remembered doing, back from about the Speak Now era. I knew that I listened to James Taylor specifically back then because he reminded me of home, and that seemed comforting. But now, I feel like I had outgrown it, even though I still listened to music as I slept. I don't know what music though, as I still haven't remembered anything.

Lately, it's been hard for me to get to sleep. My mind kept swirling with different possibilities and questions. Why did I cut my hair? What are my fourth and fifth albums like? Have I made any new friends? How long have I known Ed? What was the song we had written together been like? But, the probably most reoccurring question was this: how long will it take for me to remember? How long will it take for me to remember every last little bit of information that I had known before the crash? It's been about two weeks since I woke up in the hospital, and all I've barely remembered so far are the lyrics to Ed's song, Lego House.

Eventually, though, after a long time of staring blankly at the ceiling, I fell asleep.

Swirls of a hotel room, maybe somewhere in Arizona, red hair, a guitar, some chocolate possibly, blue eyes, laughing, having a great time, a familiar yet younger looking face, all bouncing around in my head, spinning and spinning, faster and faster, until they seemed to make some sense.

I sat up in a cold sweat, thinking about what had just happened. All of a sudden, I knew exactly what happened, and I felt tears of overwhelming joy pang at my eyes as I grabbed for my phone and I hit the second speed dial.

"Hello?" Ed answered in his groggy accent, now sounding so familiar, like one of your old favorite songs that you haven't listened to in such a long time.

"ED!" I screamed, and almost burst into tears. "Edward Christopher Sheeran, you and I met in a hotel room in Arizona, after a show, we passed a guitar back and forth and ate chocolate, right?!"

"Yes! Taylor, yes!" He exclaimed, and I could tell he too was on the verge of tears. "That's exactly what happened....do you remember it?"

I nodded, as a few tears escaped my eyes. "Yes! I do, I do, I do! I remembered something, Ed, I remembered you!" I exclaimed. "If...if you're not busy, could you come here? I want to see you." I asked a little nervously.

"Taylor, of course, of course I'll come and see you, I would love nothing more in the world, I will be right there, okay? I love you so much and I will be right there." He said, and I could tell he was already putting his shoes on and running out the door from all the noise he was making. "I have to go, but I'll be right there, okay, Taylor?"