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

Chapter 8

Please Don't Leave Me...
Chapter 8

(Sammy's POV)
"LAX please." I shouted to the driver whilst I was putting my suitcase in the trunk. I slammed the top shut, making sure it wasn't loose. I didn't want all my stuff falling out into on coming traffic, that would be bad. I quickly walked around the the side door, opening it, and lowering down into the seat, making myself comfortable. "LAX was it?" The driver asked, his fluffy black beard moving up and down as his lips opened and closed. I swear every Uber driver had a beard. "Yes please." I huffed, rubbing my hands together to keep them warm. It was the start of December which meant winter. It was the first cold day LA had experienced in a while. It kinda took me by surprise. I remembered my Christmas plans, I was supposed to spend the day with Jack and his family because I couldn't go back to Australia whilst we were on the Europe tour, but now, things had changed, and I definitely wasn't going anywhere near Jack. As the car pulled out into on coming traffic, I realised that I had absolutely no idea where I was headed. Obviously the airport was my destination, but I didn't have a clue where I was going after that.
I thought about going to see Christina in New York but I knew she had school and I didn't want to bother her. She might also tell Corbyn that I was with her, and I didn't need him telling Jack. Traveling the world wasn't an option. Considering my social status, paparazzi would be on the lookout for me everywhere I went, and the last thing I needed was someone taking a photo of my baby bump. That picture would spread like a wildfire and Jack would find out in an instant. Everyone would freak out. The fans, the media, Jack. I also would feel terrible if the 'Why Don't We' family got dragged into this. The media would start asking questions about me to them, expecting an answer, but the truth is, they wouldn't have an answer, and I didn't want them to feel pressured or get hated on because they couldn't provide an answer. This baby was my problem, no one else's. My hand lightly rubbed my stomach. It felt completely normal, but I knew that a human was growing inside of me.
As for social media and my career, it would continue up until I have the baby. My now 8 million followers on Instagram, 5 million on Twitter and 9 million on YouTube needed their daily dose of my content. I couldn't just abandon my fans completely, I needed to give them what they wanted without causing suspicion. The whole car ride to the airport, i devised my plan to keep my pregnancy a secret.
Once I get to my end destination, I will have a massive photo shoot. I will take pictures in different outfits, in different locations, with different makeup and hair. Once my baby bump starts to show, I will post these photos on Instagram, that way people will think that the pictures have been taken recently and that I'm not pregnant. 'That's instagram sorted' I thought. 'Now onto YouTube.' I will film loads of different challenge videos in advance so that if I get morning sickness or feel tired, I can still post a YouTube video and the fans won't be suspicious. Twitter should be easy, I'll make up random shit about how my sushi tastes good (cause you shouldn't eat that while your pregnant) and that the restaurant I'm in has the cutest decorations, when really, I'm in bed watching Netflix whilst eating sweet potatoes and eggs. (gotta eat healthy for my baby)
Once my baby bump is fully out, I'll have to stay at home all the time and avoid interactions with any human beings. 'Shouldn't be that hard.' I thought as the driver pulled up into the drop off zone at LAX. Keeping my head down and sliding my sunglasses on, I paid the driver and walked around to the truck, taking out my suitcase. The car sped off leaving the smell of gas behind. I was now facing the entrance into the airport. I carefully looked around me, trying to avoid any teenage girls or guys. They would blow my cover. My legs started moving towards the direction of the information desk and words came out of my mouth before I even knew what I was going to say. "When is the next flight?" I politely asked the woman sitting behind the computer. "30 minutes." She responded, coldly. "Where is it heading to?"
"Melbourne, Australia." Of course. It just had to be Australia. "Can I get a ticket please?"
The woman didn't say anything, her fingers ran all over her keyboard and a ticket started printing out of the printer next to her. "That will be $1299 please." She smiled. My bet was that she was only happy once people gave her money. "Card please." I responded, a hint of sass in my voice. She gave me the machine thingy and I inserted my credit card into the slot and typed in my PIN number. It made a little dinging sound to indicate that the transaction had gone through. She handed me my ticket and flight information and I made my way to the security check. I have done this a million times already so I knew the drill. I put my suitcase on luggage belt and watched as is it disappeared into a metal tunnel that was connected to the plane. Then I put all of the items in my pockets onto a tray that went through a scanner and walked through the metal detector, all clear. The tray with my phone, purse, earbuds and keys came out the other end of the scanner, ready for my collection. I looked at the massive clock displayed on the airport wall, my eyes widening. 'Shit' I whispered to myself. I grabbed my belongings and began fast walking towards my gate. Everyone was boarding the plane but I made it just in time. I walked onto the plane, pulling out my ticket from my purse and giving it to the flight attendant with the scanner. She lightly smiled at me and then I made my way to my seat. Luckily I had a window seat, but two guys sat next to me. They were kinda cute too. The jets started rumbling and I buckled up my seatbelt, taking a breath as I tried to relax. My hands moved to my ears and I put my earbuds in, the music drowning out the sound. I leant my head against the window and watched as the plane sped along the runway, gradually lifting off the ground.
This feeling felt all too familiar.
My mind recited the 3 thoughts I had had twice before.
'Goodbye guys.' I thought
'Goodbye Jack.'
'I love you.'