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

Chapter 13

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 13

(Daniels POV)
After I spent a few minutes alone, I headed back inside and ate the chipotle that was supposed to be for Sammy. It was the worst meal of my life, not only because it was cold, but because I was worried about her. I mean Sammy could literally be flying to anywhere in the world right now and I'm here eating.
I just feel like I should be doing something to help, but I can't, no one can. She doesn't want to be found and I have to respect that. Now I need to be here for Jack. He's never going to see her again, I just don't think it's hit him yet.
His heart is broken, no. Shattered. Shattered into a billion pieces. No amount of glue can fix this, but it just hasn't hit him yet. It doesn't feel real, to any of us. I keep expecting her to walk through the front door with her vlog camera, or a bag of new clothes, or even Starbucks for all of us, but she never does. Corbyn, Zach, Jonah and I agreed to leave Jack alone for a while. He needed to process this by himself first, and then once he needs comfort, we'll be there in an instant. Once I finished eating, I cleaned up all the packaging and threw it in the trash. I looked around the kitchen and living room, feeling the urge to clean. Whenever I'm anxious I clean, so that's what I did for a few hours. I vacuumed the entire 2 story house, cleaning all the bathrooms and cleaning the kitchen and living room. I avoid mine, Jacks and Sa— mine and Jacks room because I didn't want to disturb him. There was no way I was going into Zach, Jonah and Corbyns room, that place looked like a grenade had exploded and left clothes everywhere, along with a foul smell.
For the rest of the night, I cooked the guys some food, putting Jacks in the fridge, and scrolled through twitter and Instagram. I checked TMZ and 'tea' pages regularly, just in case Sammy was spotted somewhere. I started getting tired so I walked up to our room, expecting Jack to be in there, but he wasn't.
"Jack?" I said. "Are you in there?" I asked, whilst knocking on the bathroom door.
Suddenly my ears perked up and I could only just hear the sound of a piano. 'Of course.' I thought to myself. 'He's making music.'
I tip toed down the hall and stood outside of the 'magic room' slowly pushing the door open, not making a sound. Jack was deep in the music and lyrics, singing his heart out.
I tried to recognise the tune, but I couldn't.
This was original. "Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space? If all it is, is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?" He sung.
I felt a smile form across my face. This song was amazing. The last note played and I slowly clapped. He jumped a little before turning around. I must have scared him. I noticed tear streaks down his face, and the keys on the piano glistened. Glistened? Tears.
"That was incredible." I said, lightly smiling whilst leaning against the door frame. "Thanks." He responded. "It's nothing though."
"Nothing!?" I exclaimed. Was he crazy? This was awesome. "That was not nothing, that was everything. I think you just wrote our next number one hit!" I exclaimed excitedly.
Jack softly laughed, wiping away the tears that remained on his face with the back of his hands. "What is it called?" I asked softly.
He gave me a puzzled look and his eyes looked up at the roof before his body turned back around to the piano. His hand reached for the note book resting on the piano and he flipped through the pages, humming the same tune. I couldn't exactly see, but I knew his eyes were scanning over the lyrics over and over again.
The humming stopped and started on a different note, this time he kept repeating it.
It was a beautiful tune, I'd already got it suck in my head. "8 letters." He answered, turning back around to me. "8 letters." I repeated, smiling widely. I lightly nodded my head before exiting the room. "8 letters." My voice faded out before a yawn escaped my mouth.
I rubbed my eyes as I walked into Jack and I's bedroom. When I entered, Sammy's scent filled my nose and her bed captured my view. A wave of sadness rushed over me and reality hit me.
I stared at the neatly smoothed out sheets covering her mattress, and two pillows perfectly centered at the top. My eyes became watery but I snapped out of my daze and got changed into some sweatpants, leaving my shirt off. I slowly walked down the hallway, popping my head into Corbyn, Jonah and Zachs room. The TV that sat on the wall was brightly lit with Fortnight displayed on it. Jonah had the PS4 controller while Corbyn and Zach watched from their beds. "Guys I think Jack just wrote us a new hit!" I whispered.
"What do you mean?" Zach asked.
"He's letting out all this emotions through music, and let me tell you, 8 Letters is amazing." "8 Letters?" Jonah questioned. "8 letters, that's the name of the song." I answered. "It has a nice ring to it." Corbyn smiled. "Yeah it doesn't, doesn't it." I smiled back. As I drummed my fingers along the doorframe, an idea popped into my head.
We've done 5 EP's so far but never an album. Maybe Sammy leaving wasn't such a bad thing after all. It's motivating us to write more music. All of these feelings of sadness and anger can turn into something really special. "Why do you have a smirk on your face?" Jonah asked, looking up from his controller. My idea faded away and I replied to Jonah with "I'll tell you in the morning." With that, I closed the door to their bedroom and returned back to mine. I jumped into the cold sheets of my bed, laying on my side, my head lowered into a pillow.
I closed my eyes and this day replayed over and over again in my head. I tried to think of ways that I could have stopped Sammy, or told Jack the truth, but I knew that what was done, was done, and that I couldn't change the past. Eventually my mind went blank and I fell asleep, without Jack or Sammy's presence in the room....