Reminiscing (Tayvin Fanfiction)
Four months ago, if you had come up to Taylor and told her that she would attend the BBMAs with her future boyfriend and post a picture with him on a swan floatie in his pool in her own instagram, she would have called you crazy and ignore your presence for the rest of her life.
Taylor was content with where she had been. The happiness she found within herself and the people she called to be friends and family. They made her happy, and she was happy. She lost him but she found herself, and that was everything a heartbroken person could ask for. She was clean.
For the years that followed, she had been single. Until the night at the Brits, which changed everything. She was sure that her fate in love was going down the road to oblivion, where no one would dare try and take. But he was stubborn and he liked her, and he wanted her to let her see that not all guys were jerks who played with your heart.
It was strange. When they met, Taylor couldn’t deny that she found him interesting to the point that she decided to stay rather than go to her best friend’s birthday party with Karlie and Derek. That was a choice that she never thought she would ever take.
Now, in their anniversary, she was confident that her choices were leading to something right and real. Something worthwhile, and she hoped that sooner than later, all of her insignificant worries would go away. The little thoughts saying that she was being reckless, that this slope was treacherous, and was going to go down in an endless pit of horror.
“Are you happy?” Calvin asked her, out of the blue. Taylor looked at him, his green eyes bright and curious.
They were both on the couch, watching Doctor Who, which was the only thing that was interesting on the television. At least from what Calvin told her. The BBC channel offered various of different shows, but Calvin insisted that they watch the science fiction show. Taylor found it rather difficult to keep up with the plot, but she put up with it, seeing as Calvin does the same thing whenever they were in the States. Watching reruns of Law and Order or Grey’s Anatomy.
That was the thing that Taylor found amusing. That even the smallest things, they managed to find a compromise where both were satisfied. It was the kind of relationship that ran off on having both parties interested enough to make sure that the other didn’t feel like one was overpowering the other.
Thinking about his question, she nodded. Sure about her answer. She is happy. The life that she has, it was more than she could ask for. This kind of lifestyle doesn’t happen to everyone, and it was definitely a new concept to Taylor.
“Yes.” Her answer was firm and sure, making Calvin believe that she was honest.
“How about you?” Taylor held her breath, thinking that this was going somewhere downhill. Calvin could feel Taylor holding her breath,and knew that she was nervous.
“Definitely.” His answer was a sigh of relief to Taylor. She may not need a man, but she didn’t want to loose Calvin. He was always there for her, unlike all of her exes. He was there to make her feel that she didn’t have to fear the consequences of making their relationship public. He was there to support her, just like he had done when she sent her letter to Apple.
This relationship, Taylor decided was different from the rest.
Kissing Taylor’s forehead, Calvin remembered when he first saw Taylor. She looked so confident and fierce in her black dress that he felt nervous when she was near him. Thankfully, their mutual friend, Ellie, was there to introduce the two tall dweebs. He remembered when he had stated clearly that she was the opposite of his type. And now, he was eating his own words.
It was true, you don’t know what you want until they come. Calvin had never once thought that he would fall in love with the woman he clearly thought was the opposite of his type. But since when did type define who you end up falling for?
“I love you.” Calvin blurted out. It wasn’t the first time that they said those three words to each other. But it felt different every time they say those words to each other. Whenever those three words were uttered, something was added to their relationship. It was as if the amount of times they say “I love you” to each other would strengthen their love, like it was a shield that would build on top of another shield. It made them feel safe and secure.
“I know.” Taylor stated before kissing him on the lips and saying, “I love you, too.”
The night was spent on reminiscing about the past four months of their relationship. Reviving the night they met, how both of them acted differently from what they promised themselves to do. It was strange how being open to knowing a person would change everything.
Had Calvin decided that Taylor wasn’t someone he wanted to know, he wouldn’t have felt this much love for anyone. Had Taylor not been open minded to knowing Calvin, she doubt that she would find love like this. All those repercussions that could have prevented both Taylor and Calvin from meeting each other, yet, here they were.
In each other’s arms, watching television while talking about their past. The past that they both built, not each other’s past. Not each other’s mistakes because who you are is not what you’ve been or did.
It was suppose to be a normal day, watching shows and telling each other’s stories and small talks. But Taylor realized that, this, talking about their experiences and wishes, and everything in between, was what a normal day is for them.