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

Chapter 3

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 3

"What do you mean you don't think you ever will?" Daniel asked, really intrigued.
"I don't think I'm going to tell Jack about the baby." I responded.
"What? You do realise that when your pregnant, your stomach grows. Jack will definitely know after the first few months."
"I could just tell him that I've been eating a lot." I suggested. "Sammy, Jack isn't going to believe that. By the end of the 9 months, you'll be huge, your body is thin. Pretending to be fat isn't going to cut it. I mean what happens when you start getting contractions, or your water breaks, or I don't know, a baby comes out of you?" Daniel said with a smart ass tone.
I knew he was right about the massive belly and the fact that I would never be able to convince Jack that I was fat. I guess I would just have to tell him the truth. "You're right." I began. "I'll tell him, I mean I have no choice."
Daniel held one of my hands. "I'll be here every step of the way. He said, smiling. "Imma be an Uncle!" He squealed softly. I gave him a light smile, trying to convince myself that everything was going to be okay, but I knew it wasn't.
"How are you going to tell him?" Daniel asked, releasing my hand from his. "I have no idea." I responded. "Maybe you could do something like those YouTube videos. Take a pregnancy test and put it in a cute little box filled with blue and pink tissue paper, then lay the ultrasound photos next to the pregnancy test. Maybe write a little note saying 'you're going to be a dad' or something like that, place the box on his pillow and then once Jack comes home, let him open it, give him a few minutes to process the news and then walk into the room and talk with him." "Wow, you've really thought this through haven't you?" I said, surprised. He shrugged, not saying anything.
"Do you think he will be mad?" I asked.
"That your pregnant?" He responded.
I nodded my head. "Of course not!" He said, his voice growing stronger. "Sammy becoming pregnant is a two person job, this is just as much Jacks fault as it is yours."
Hearing that eased my tension a little, but some part of me still thought Jack would be mad. This obviously showed on my face because Daniel moved his body next to my side, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"Don't worry, you are both going to be great parents." I lightly smiled at the thought of Jack and I with our newborn baby. Getting up in the middle of the night to feed it and change its diaper, or going shopping for cute little outfits whilst it sleeps in my arms. The only thing stopping me from feeling excited was the thought of Jack and his career. Being a Dad was a full time job for the first few months, and he was probably going on tour, or working on new music, staying out late to finish vocal work, or filming the final shots for a music video. He was 18, and by the time the baby would arrive, he would be 19. His life was just beginning, I didn't want to burden him with a child. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my stomach grumbling.
"I'm so hungry." I complained.
"Do you want me to get you some food?" Daniel asked. "No, it's fine, I'll drive down to Chipotle—" "No, no, no, you are pregnant, I will get it for you." Daniel said, getting off the bed and walking out of the room. "Daniel it's fine!" I yelled, but he was already jogging down the stairs. I laid back on my bed, listening to the rattle of Daniels car keys, and the sound of the front door closing. Now I was by myself.
Actually, I had company. I ran my hand over my stomach, trying to imagine what I would look like with a massive belly. The sound of downstairs clock ticking made me really anxious, tormenting me. It was like it was counting down the seconds until Jack got home, and I would have to tell him my secret.
After a minute I couldn't take it anymore. I was being swallowed by my fear, I needed to escape. I needed to leave. This time, for good.
I lifted my body up off my bed and stared at Jacks bed. The sheets were evenly distributed on each side, and the pillows were centred perfectly. He had bad OCD, just like me.
We were perfect for each other, but I had to let him go. I got off the bed, walked into my closet and took out my suitcase that was on the highest shelf. As I unzipped the zipper, I paused for a moment to think about what I was doing. I doubted myself for a second, but resumed packing, folding my clothes neatly and stacking them perfectly. I needed to be fast, Daniel or the rest of the guys could be back any second and I needed to be long gone by then. Whilst that thought was still in my head, I took the time to call an Uber.
I grabbed my phone from my bedside table, staring down at the lock screen. It was a photo of Jack and I at the beach. The sun was setting behind us, creating the perfect pink sky. Jack and I were in the water, my legs wrapped around his torso as my hands were around his neck, and his hands were supporting my thighs. Our faces were together as our lips connected, painting the perfect picture.
I smiled as a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye, rolling down my cheek. If all goes to plan, I will never see Jack in person again.
I would never hear his voice in real life, feel his touch, his breath, his lips.
Before I could break down and sob uncontrollably, I typed in my passcode and ordered an Uber. Now I had 15 minutes to finish packing and write a letter addressed to the guys, explaining why I wasn't there, and why all my stuff was gone. I didn't really care if my suitcase was packet neatly, I threw every single item of clothing I owned into the suitcase, and zipped it up, taking it downstairs and leaving it at the door. Now I only had 5 minutes to write a detailed letter.
I ran through the house, trying to find paper and a pen, until finally I had found everything I needed. I sat down at the kitchen bench and poured my heart out onto the paper.
By the end of it, I was crying. I folded the paper into thirds and left it on the bench with the names facing upwards. The toot of a car horn startled me and I made my way towards the door. Giving the house one last look I opened the door and walked out with my suitcase dragging along beside me, leaving all the memories behind. The black car was ready for my arrival. "Hello miss, where are you off too?" The Uber driver said.
"LAX please." I responded...