Waves// t.c. and s.m.

1.3

Taylor's P.O.V.-

Being without Ocean for a year has been torture.

Absolute torture.

I love her so much, always have. She means so much to me, but I understood why she made us take a break, it was just hard for all of us.

She walked into the room, and the first thing I noticed was her hair. It was her natural brown at the top, a nice blonde in the middle, then caresses into dark red waves. Her vibrant blue eyes have turned to a bit of a light gray. I look to her wrist and see a faded white line.

Scar lines. I thought to myself.

I also see that there's a tattoo of a heart with an arrow through it. I see that she has four piercings in her ears. She looks absolutely beautiful, as always.

I wonder if she missed us this year.

Idiot ,she wouldn't leave all of you if she was going to miss you.

Wow, the annoying side of my brain had a point.

No Taylor! Of course she missed you, she just needed time away from things. She still loves you! The nice part of my brain says.

Now I'm torn, I can't help but notice the shocked look on Ocean's face when she saw me in her living room.

Ocean's P.O.V.-

I can't help but let my jaw drop to the floor when I see him. He looks really good. I mean he did a year ago, now he looks even better. I see him smile to himself after a while.

I asked him him to meet me in the kitchen so we could talk.

We reach the kitchen, then I turn around, he smiles again. He pulls me into his chest, embracing me into a hug. I smell his usual scent of cologne and mint.

"I missed you." I say, barely above a whisper. He nods and pulls away from the embrace. I don't think words could express how much I missed him. I didn't realize how much I missed this reckless idiot until now.

His hair is not long anymore, but I couldn't really tell, since he had a black snapback on. His braces were clearly removed, and his teeth looked perfectly straight. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, with dark skinny jeans. For such a simple outfit, he looked good. I can still see the pain and loneliness in his eyes, the same way they looked when we took a break a year ago.

We look into each other's eyes for what seems like forever, just admiring the presence of how close we were standing. I see him slowly lean in as I lean closer. Our lip met, and I could feel that taste of sweet peppermint that lingered on his lips.

It felt amazing to kiss him again, truly. I missed him so much. At that very moment, I knew I loved him. But I couldn't help but feel as if he didn't love me back.

I'm so delusional

Taylor's P.O.V.-

I love her so much.

But I can't help but feel as if she doesn't love me back.

I'm so delusional

Shawn's P.O.V. (ohhhh plot twiiist coming your wayyy)-

This is ridiculous. I still can't believe what happened to Ocean a year ago. I didn't want to do that. It was all an act.

She made me do it.

I never wanted to hurt Ocean, I truly started to like her. It all started the day I first met Ocean.

*Flashback*

I had picked up my guitar case and left Ocean's presence after I'd first met her. The she came up to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Heyyy Shawn" She says "seductively". I rolled my eyes again. I didn't even know why she was here.

"Soooo I need you to do me a favor." She continued, chomping her gum annoyingly.

"What?" I said irritated.

She scoffed, "Oh don't get an additude with me, Mendes. We both know my daddy can make your precious mucic career go away like that *snaps*."

Okay this was getting way too far.

"What's your favor?!?" I say, repeating the question. She looks dumbfounded, I roll my eyes for what seems like the millionth time at her.

"It has to do with that girl, Ocean." She grins evilly, causing my jaw to clench.

"No, no way." I say bluntly. She shakes her head and cackled like a witch.

"Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, do you really think I'll listen to you?" She smirks at me.

I sighed in defeat.

She's right.

I can't to anything without jeprodizing my career.

"What do I have to do?" I say, knowing that I lost this battle to the bimbo. She grins evilly again.

"Just start with-"

*Flashback over*

So that's where it started. I never wanted to hurt her. It was all just an act. I know I shouldn't have put my career first, but I had no choice. It all started when I was "flirting" with her, then "getting her number". I feel terrible after what I did. It hurt worse the night that she left, because for some reason, she came crying to me.

I still like, maybe even love, her. I knew I had to make this right. I needed to make it up to her.

A/N EDITED BY MYSELF, me, I, as in Madds