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

Chapter 7

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 7

(Jacks POV)
I stared down at the blurry screen, my eyes locked on the 8 letters and 3 words that Sammy responded with. "Well?" Zach said desperately. "Is it her?"
I breathed in deeply, sucking up the liquid that was about to run out of my nose, and nodded quickly, my eyes lifting up into Zachs. I hesitated before passing the phone to Zach. The rest of the guys huddled around him, looking up at me once they had read the message that said I love you. "That's the last I'm going to hear of her, isn't it?" I whispered, staring at my hands as silent tears fell down my face. The silence in the room meant that my statement was true. I was never going to see her again.
Without making a sound, I got off the stool and tucked it back under the counter. My head hung low as I slowly stomped up the stairs not making eye contact with any of the guys. I could hear low whispers murmuring behind my back, but I didn't care. The only thing that was on my mind was Sammy. We had just fixed our broken relationship and now she's— gone. No proper explanation, no proper goodbye, she left me with questions. Questions that would remain un-answered forever. As I seized the doorknob to now, only Daniel and I's bedroom, I had a sudden urge. An urge to express my feelings, and the only way to do that was by songwriting. I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil then sat on my bed, not daring to look in the direction of Sammy's bed, it would only hurt more. Without warning my emotions and thoughts poured out of me, landing on the paper. With a few adjustments, the sentences turned into lyrics, the lyrics turned into verses, and the verses turned into a full song. I quietly hummed the lyrics to myself, trying to find a beat, scribbling down music notes so the tune wouldn't leave my head. Once I was happy with everything I moved my heavy body to the spare room in our house which we called the 'magic room' because that's where all of our songs were written and recorded. I sat down at the piano with my messy notes and lyrics in front of me. I found my starting point and worked my way up from there. The lyrics and notes fused together to create the perfect melody, and I had written a song. As the last chord buzzed through the air I realised that I was crying. My tears fell onto the piano, glistening in the moonlight that fell over them through the window. Suddenly I heard a slow clap appear behind me. I jumped a little before turning around. "That was incredible." Daniel said, lightly smiling, showing his tooth gap. "Thanks." I responded. "It's nothing though."
"Nothing!?" Daniel exclaimed. "That's was not nothing, that was everything. I think you just wrote our next number one hit!" I softly laughed, wiping away the tears that remained on my face with the back of my hands.
"What is it called?" He asked softly. I had to think about it for a second because I hadn't even thought of a name yet. My eyes scanned back over the chorus and that was when I came up with the perfect name. "8 letters." I answered. "8 letters." Daniel repeated, smiling widely. "8 letters." His voice faded out as he left the room. I looked up at the window that showed the night. It was pitch black with the stars shining brightly. 'I hope Sammy is looking at the same stars.' I thought, trying not to break down again. I picked up my phone and checked the time; 1:03am. Dang I had been writing for a long time, it felt like minutes. The funny thing is, I didn't feel tired, I didn't want to stop writing. I couldn't. I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I needed to express it, not bottle it up inside. I jogged downstairs into the darkness and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. It wasn't coffee, but if I put enough sugar in it, it would keep me awake for at least another 3 hours. I looked around the living room as the milk was warming up in the microwave and noticed how empty it was without Sammy's things. Her shoes were gone from the front door, her sunglasses were gone from the kitchen counter, her coat no longer hung on the rack and her sent was almost gone.
The beeping of the microwave startled me and I removed my cup of hot milk, stirring in spoon fulls of chocolate powder and extra sugar.
I flicked off the light as I carefully made my way back upstairs, trying not to spill hot and sticky liquid all over our cold marble stairs.
I walked passed my room and peered through the door. Daniel was fast asleep in this bed, tossing and turning. Something must have been stressing him out, I swear I heard him sleep talk. Something about 'don't tell' and 'baby' whatever that means. Maybe he was having a naughty dream. Nah, Daniels too innocent for that. I quietly closed the door carefully, trying not to wake him. As I walked passed Corbyn, Jonah and Zachs room, I heard loud snoring. Jonah's voice boomed "SHUT UP ZACH!" and then I think I heard a pillow being thrown across the room. "OWW FU—"
I stopped listening after that.
I got back into the 'magic room' and started writing down my feelings again, except this time, I felt empty, like I needed more motivation. I picked up my phone and stared at the lock screen. Of course it was a picture of Sammy and I. She had the same photo set as well. It was us at the beach in the water, the sun setting as we were kissing. My heart strings started to pull but I needed something more. That was when I turned to the fans. I had saved some of my favourite #jammy fan edits on Instagram and within the first few seconds of one of them, I was crying again. The emotions poured out onto the piano and I starting singing my feelings; 'Can't You See that I'm fallin, can't you see that I'm fallin, fallin for you, show me where your heart is, can't you see that I'm fallin, fallin for you. Within a few hours I had written a total of 4 songs; 8 letters, Falling, In too deep and Talk. I think I was onto something here, so in the morning I preformed them to the guys. As the last note of 8 letters played, Jonah said something that changed my whole life completely, although at the time, I didn't know it. "Jack, this is amazing. We only need a few more songs and then it could be an album." He said. "Our first album?" Corbyn asked. "Our first album." Daniel smiled. "I can see it now, Why Don't We's first album, a headlining world tour." Zach imagined. "World tour?" I asked.
This was meant to be. It was all coming together. This is how I was going to get Sammy back....