Please Don't Forget Me (No.3) (WHY DON'T WE FANFIC)

Chapter 1

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 1
HOLY CRAP THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR 100K READS, THATS CRAZY!!! If you haven't already read the previous 2 'books' before this one, I highly suggest reading them before you continue with this story cause there is A LOT of back story. If you don't want to then that's fine, I feel like you could catch onto the story without reading the others, but it's completely your choice :) Again thankyou so much!!

'I'm- pregnant?' I thought.
'Like actually pregnant.'
"As in, I have a person growing inside of me?"
"Yes, that is correct." The doctor replied.
I must have said that last sentence out loud.
As I sat on the single bed, with unknown substances staining the only white sheet covering the mattress, my eyes focused on the plain wall in front of me. I acknowledged the colour of it, white, with undertones of baby yellow. Baby. Ugh. It's already working it's way into my brain. The room around me went completely silent. The rolling of the doctors chair moving from the printer to his desk faded out, the clinking sound of the printer developing my baby's first photos got lost in my thoughts. My brain was going crazy. 'He's going to be so mad. It's going to ruin his career. He can't be known as the teenage dad in a boy band. He can't go on tour and be a father. I can't go on tour and be a mother. My career is ruined. But it has only just started. I can't drag Jack into this. He's already gotten so far. This baby can't stop him. I can't stop him. There's only one thing I can do. One thing that can save us both.' "Miss Kelley?" "Miss Kel—"
"Huh what?" I said suddenly, breaking out of my trance. "I said, do need anything?" The doctor stated. "Ah no, I'm— I'm fine thankyou." "Okay, now do you want to make a second appointment? In one months time?" He asked. "Uh, yeah, yeah a month— sounds.. good." I responded, the words just falling out of my mouth. I watched as the doctor set his hand over the computer mouse, sliding it in different directions, clicking the left hand side multiple times. His fingers were busy tapping away on the keyboard, selecting appointment dates and writing side notes. He gave one last click of the mouse before the printer starting clunking and a freshly inked document came out. His fingers snatched the paper from the printer and placed it in a yellow folder, along with my baby's first photos, and a slip of card with his details on it.
The yellow folder closed, giving me a whiff off the new paper smell, and he wrote my full name on the front with black permanent marker. "Alright—" he began. "Everything you need to know about your next appointment, and the baby is in here." I stared at the folder as he placed it in my hand. "Hopefully next time, the baby daddy will join us!" he said, a little too excitedly. I'm pretty sure he was gay.
(There is nothing wrong with being gay, I just got these sort of vibes off this doctor, don't come for me.) "Is there anything else you would like to ask me?" he said.
I shook my head slowly and stood up, my legs giving way a little, making me kinda unstable.
"No, I'm good." I said softly.
As I walked towards the door, more and more questions and doubts filled my mind. I was almost in the hall way before I turned around. "Wait!" I yelled, a little too loudly. "How many weeks along am I?" I asked. "3." he responded.
I stared at him for a second before nodding my head, and closing the door behind me.
As I made my way down the narrow corridor, my feet slowly dragged along the floor, my body still in shock. I just couldn't believe it.
There was no way it was sinking in. I, Sammy Adele Kelley, was pregnant. Pregnant with Jack Avery's child. This was horrible.
The walk to my car was the longest walk of my life, everything was spinning and I couldn't think straight. The drive home wasn't too fun either. I nearly ran over a jogger, narrowly missed a red light, and only just avoided a speeding ticket. The closer I got to Jack, the closer I was to breaking down & passing out.
I pulled into the drive way, my hands shaking from all the nerves. I didn't even know if Jack and the rest of the guys were home yet. Hopefully they weren't. The yellow folder sat on the passengers seat next to me. It was like it was calling out my name. I needed to read it, but I didn't want to. The crazy fantasy would become reality. I tried to resist, but my mind took over my body. I found myself almost ripping open the folder, eager to see my baby. I hadn't properly looked at it in the doctors office, it was all just a blur. Closing my eyes, my hand pulled out the long strip of ultrasound pictures. The glossy texture of the paper was calming as I swiped my thumb along it.
'3.' My mind told me.
'2.' My hands were shaking.
'1.' My eyes were ready.
'Now.'
I had never seen an ultrasound before so I didn't know what to expect. It was a black image with what looked like swipes of chalk arranged in lines and curves. In the centre there was a black fortune cookie shape. Inside that shape was a little bean. My little bean.
Our little bean. I was already in love with him or her. I couldn't believe that there was a little human being growing inside of me. It kind freaked me out. I was a human oven, baking bread that would be done in 9 months.
For the first time today, I was happy.
10 minutes passed and I was still sitting alone in my car. I slipped the photos back into the folder and got out of the car. It was then that the nerves hit me again, and I felt like I needed to throw up. My hand covered my mouth as I quickly walked inside, the door was unlocked.
Oh no. Without looking up, I jogged up the stairs to the nearest bathroom which was in Jack, Daniels and my room. I fell to my knees as vomit escaped my mouth, splattering into the toilet water below me. Footsteps fast approached me. This can't be good.
"Woah woah woah Sammy are you okay?"....