Please Don't Leave (No.2) (WHY DON'T WE FANFIC) (COMPLETED)

Chapter 45

Please Don't Leave...
Chapter 45

(Sammy's POV)
On call
S- Hello?
A/N- Hello, is this Samantha Kelley?
S- Yes it is.
A/N- This is Amanda Ryley from Atlantic Records. I saw a video of you performing at a Why Don't We concert and I was immediately intrigued, I see a lot of potential in you. How would you like to be signed to Atlantic Records?
S- Wait what! A record deal?
A- You heard it.
S- Oh my god yes, yes, yes, yes!
A- Are you in New York by any chance?
S- Yeah I am actually.
A- Could you get to Atlantic Records in an hour?
S- Yeah, of course!
A- Great, see you then.
S- Thankyou so much Amanda.
I hung up the phone and squealed.
S- I MIGHT BE GETTING A FRICKEN RECORD DEAL!
Ch- OH MY GOD NO WAY! HOLY SHIT MY BEST FRIEND IS GOING TO BE FAM- EVEN MORE FAMOUS THAN SHE ALREADY IS!
S- EEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Ch- What did they say?
S- That they want me to be at Atlantic Records in an hour. Oh. But what about our girls trip it Paris?
Ch- We can book tickets when we get back. Let's go!
S- Wait, now? We have an hour.
Ch- Exactly, an hour. Have you seen the New York traffic? Plus Atlantic Records is right in the city.
S- Shoot, let me get all my things.

I rummaged around my 2 suitcases, put on a cute outfit, threw my hair into a messy ponytail with a black nike cap on my head, swiped on some mascara, and concealed any blemishes I had on my face. I sprayed some Ariana Grande perfume on my chest and wrists, grabbed my purse and sunglasses then ran through the door and out of the building where an Uber that Christina had ordered was waiting for us.
A/N- Where to ladies?
The young man, maybe in his early twenties asked.
Ch- Atlantic Records please.
A/N- Do we have a star in the vehicle?
S- Ahah, possibly.
A/N- We'll its my pleasure to be driving you.
The driver joined the traffic and we sat back and relaxed.
Christina leant over to me and put her mouth near my ear.
Ch- Dude, he's totally flirting with you.
S- Eeesh, really?
Ch- You are so oblivious.
We giggled and looked out the window. Sometimes Christina would point out famous landed marks to me and I would nod and stare until we had fully passed it.
This went on for 50 minutes, but it felt like 10.
The car pulled into a drop off lane and stopped.
A/N- There you are ladies, hope everything goes well with whatever your doing at this place.
S- Thankyou, I hope so too.
Christina offered to pay but I had already got out my purse.
I gave the driver the money for the ride and told him to keep the change for being such a polite person.
He gave me a nod and a smile and then he was gone.
Christina and I walked towards these glass double doors with the word 'Atlantic' written in red, with a red circle around it.
I looked at her and she gave me a nod.
I pushed one of the doors open and walked through.
Immediately a young-ish looking woman with an American accent and red hair greeted us both.
A/N- Sammy! I'm so glad you came, I'm Amanda.
She gave me a hug and I hugged back.
She smelt like she uses really expensive shampoo.
S- This is Christ-
A- Christina Marie, of course, love your YouTube channel.
Ch- Oh aha, well thankyou.
A- Follow me to my office and I'll explain everything.
She started walking and we followed.
There were a lot of corridors and doors with names on it.
One of the doors ahead of me opened, and out came David Loffler. Jacks manager.
S- Shit.
I whispered to myself.
I put my head down and stared at the floor hoping he wouldn't notice me.
He was getting closer.
And closer.
And closer.
I held my breath and walked past him, our shoulders brushing each other's.
I let out a sigh.
'Phew' I thought.
I turned my head and watched David walk down the corridor and turn a corner.
Ch- That was close.
S- I know, it would have been so awkward.
Amanda suddenly stopped and opened the door that had her name on it.
She walked in and so did we.
A- Have a seat girls.
Her office was quite large. It had a small couch, a desk, a chair for the desk, and two big comfy chairs in front of the desk.
Behind the desk was two large glass windows with the view of the busy New York streets. Cars and buses zoomed past, and people would walk by, eager to get to their destination.
Amanda sat down at her desk and Christina and I sat on the two comfy chairs.
A- Now, I saw a video of you preforming at the start of a Why Don't We show, and I thought you were amazing! Your voice, your stage presence and your lyrics are insane, I've never been so captivated by a performance. You could be something really special in the music industry, I mean you pretty much have all the other industry's covered. Acting, YouTube, Social media. Why not give music a go, you are incredibly talented.
S- I'd love to get into music, when I was younger I always wanted to be a singer, just like every other 5 year old.
A- So would you like to be signed with Atlantic Records? With me?
I smiled.
S- I would be honoured.
Amanda stood up and gave a little squeal before engulfing me in a huge hug.
A- You are going to be the next big thing.
She whispered in my ear.
We broke apart and Amanda walked towards the door.
A- I'll be back, I just have to get the paperwork.
S- No problem, oh wait, is there a bathroom around here.
A- Yeah, down the corridor here and to the left towards the entrance.
S- Okay, thankyou.
Amanda left and now I walked towards the door.
S- I suppose you don't want to come?
I asked Christina.
Ch- Nope I'm all good, this room is so warm and it's freezing outside, your on your own.
I giggled.
S- Fine, but if I'm gone for longer than 5 minutes, come and find me because I've gotten lost, and I didn't bring my phone.
Ch- Got it.

(Christina's POV)
Ch- Got it.
Sammy opened the door and walked out, softly closing it behind her.
I pulled out my phone and went onto Instagram and looked at peoples stories.
By people I mean Corbyn.
I created this random account so that I could view his stories without him knowing it was me. After all, I broke up with him. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I've wanted to text him so many times, but I'm afraid that if I do, he'll get angry with me because I broke his heart.
Sammy told me that the kiss with Kaitlyn was all a stunt, and that Corbyn didn't like her at all. I've written paragraphs and paragraphs about how much I miss him and want him back, but I always delete them.
I clicked on his story and saw a photo of clouds in the sky. He was on a plane. I tapped the right hand side of my screen to find a boomerang that made my heart drop and my eyes freeze, locked in the screen.
It was a boomerang of double glass doors with the word 'Atlantic' written in red, and red circle around it. In the boomerang, Jack was opening the door with a surprised look on his face, and the location read: New York
They are here.
'Oh no' I thought.
Ch- SAMMY!