Hello there(: If you're reading this, you've stumbled upon my new Song-Fic. It is based on Taylor Swift's song 'Last Kiss.' I've loved this song forever now so I thought I'd write a song-fic. I'm splitting it into two parts because the song is kind of long. But yea, enjoy(:

-Caitie.

A/N: I do not own Big Time Rush or Taylor Swift. Only the OC.

Holly missed him so much more than she ever thought she would. She was supposed to be over him by now. He ended it almost four months ago. She tried and tried to get over him but he never seemed to leave her mind. She knew everything she said to him, she meant. And at the time she thought he meant it, too.

She rolled over unable to sleep for the third night in a row. She glanced at her alarm clock and cringed. One fifty-eight. She couldn't help but remember one of her favorite memories of him.

"I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at one fifty-eight."

'Kendall? What are you doing?' she asked him as she opened her bedroom window. He was perched at the edge of a branch on the tree just outside the window. He was gripping the window frame, trying not to fall. She grabbed his hand as he climbed in and landed quietly on her carpet.

'Shh,' he warned as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. She placed her hands on his biceps and smiled up at him. He let her go and sat down on the ground with his legs criss-crossed. She sat down across from him and leaned against her bed. As he fidled with his shoelaces, Holly noticed the way the moonlight shone on his face. She bit her lip as she wondered what he was thinking about.

"The words that you whispered for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"

He looked up at her and smiled. Her heart sped up at the sight of his dimples. He scooted forward and grabbed her hands. His were still cold from being outside in the Minnesota weather.

'Holly, there's something I've been wanting to tell you but I never knew how,' he started but drifted off. He glanced at her bedside table. She looked over, too. A picture from when they were younger was sitting on top of it. Kendall smiled and looked back at Holly. She tilted her head and gave him a curious look. 'I think I've finally got the courage to say it.' He looked away, again. She could tell he was nervous.

'Kendork, what is it?' She smiled at him.

He sighed deeply. 'Holly, I...I-I.' It was weird to see Kendall act like that. He was usually confident and couragous. She waited for him to finish. 'We've been together for a while now...And we've been best friends since we were five. But now it's time to tell you that...I love you.'

Her smiled widened and her heart raced. She jumped forward and tackled him. She kissed him more passionately than she ever had before. His hands ran up and down her sides. She pulled away and looked down at him.

'Can I take that as an "I love you, too?"' He said with his signature smirk spread across his face. She kissed him, again, confirming it. When they pulled away this time, she let her forhead rest against his and closed her eyes.

'Yes. I love you, Kendall.'

Holly watched as the clock's numbers changed. She never loved anyone except him. He was her first date, her first kiss, her first love. Of course, it was going to be hard to move on after that. All her friends told her that. They told her it would take time but Holly didn't think so. She was beginning to think she'd never forget Kendall. Just three months after they told each other they loved each other, Kendall and his three best friends, James, Carlos, and Logan, all moved to California to become a famous singing group. They all had been friends since they were in preschool so she kept close contact with them as they went on their journey. She and Kendall had decided they would stay together even though they would miss each other so much. She remembered the first time he came home from California during the summer.

"I do recall now the smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement, you ran off the plane."

Holly stood on her tiptoes trying to see over the crowd in the airport. She searched for any sign of his blonde hair but saw nothing. She didn't see James, Logan, or Carlos either. She made sure she was in the right place. She looked up the flight number and time to when they would be there. She was right where she needed to be. She bit her lip and dropped back down. She sighed in defeat and sat down on an uncomfortable airport chair. A few minutes later, she felt a tap her shoulder.

'Excuse me, miss,' said a security guard. 'Are you Holly Yates?' Holly nodded. 'Well, you need to come with me, then.' The man led her out to a landing strip. It looked like it was used for smaller planes. She looked around, unsure of why she was there. She breathed in the smell of the air. It had just rained. The man pointed to the sky, just as a jet plane was headed for the strip. They both backed up a good distance away but that didn't stop the wind from whipping her hair around. Almost as soon as the plane had landed, the door opened and a set of stairs dropped down.

"That July 9th, the beat of your heart, it jumps through your shirt. I can still feel your arms."

The first thing she saw was someone run off and run towards her. As soon as she realized who it was, she ran towards him, too. She jumped into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly. She could feel his heart beat through his shirt due to running.

'I've missed you,' he whispered against her hair. She felt his breath against her ear. She let her legs fall but didn't dare let him go.

'I've missed you, too.' She felt the lump in her throat as she held back tears. She really had missed him. She was so lonley without and she was happy to have him back for a while.

He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. Behind them, she heard someone clear their throat. They both towards turned toward the group. Holly hugged each of them but as soon as she was finished, she went back to Kendall's side. He looped his arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips.

"But I'll go, sit on the floor, wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss."

Sighing heavily, she climbed out of bed. She pulled out a box of his old things. She didn't have the heart to get rid of them. She pulled his old hoodie out and slipped it on. She breathed in his scent and closed her eyes, unable to stop the tears. He never told her the reason he wanted to end it. She thought it was because he wanted to be single in California. And she couldn't blame him. There were much prettier girls out there. He probably wanted to available just in case he found someone else. She wished he missed her. She wished he called and at least explained these things to her.

"I never thought we'd have a last kiss. Never imagined we'd end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips."

She touched her lips as she looked at the picture of two of them kissing. Someone had taken it while they were at a party and she loved it. It was adorable. She still felt the tingle on her lips she felt whenever she kissed him. She knew she could probably never forget him.