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

Chapter 14

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 14

(Sammy's POV)
"Jack saved me." I smiled.
"He told a flight attendant that I had been kidnaped and she called the pilot. The plane turned around and we landed back at the airport.—" "Woah he must really care about you." He said, kinda softly, looking almost as if he was disappointed. The smile faded from my face. Jack really did care about me. After all his done for me, saving my life more times than I can count, and always being here for me no matter what. I began thinking that all this, running away, having the baby on my own, was a mistake. I looked down at my stomach and continued on with the story because I could feel Noah's stare. "Anyways, once the plane landed, I told Jayden that I needed to go to the toilet and that I was hungry. At first, he wasn't going to move from his seat, but eventually he gave in. We left the plane in a rush and he let me get Chipotle. I scanned the airport for any sign of Jack or the guys, but I had lost all hope." Noah's eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open, desperately wanting more of the story. "That was until I saw that Zach, Corbyn, Jonah and Daniel were also in the Chipotle line—" I smiled. Of course they just had to be at Chipotle, it's basically their second home. "They turned around and noticed me, but unfortunately, so did Jayden. He grabbed me from behind and held a pocket knife to my neck, digging it into my skin. I definitely thought I was done for, then suddenly there was a loud slapping sound, and the pressure around my neck and shoulders was released."
"It was Jack, wasn't it?" Noah guessed, like a little kid listening to a fairytale. "Yeah, it was." I giggled. "He punched Jayden in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground.
I fell into Jacks arms as I tried to catch my breath. The slit in my neck was bleeding terribly, but paramedics arrived and took me to the hospital, while police officers were questioning me." "You have one hell of a life story." Noah sighed, smiling. "Oh please, that's only one month!" I exclaimed. He playfully rolled his eyes we both looked out my window. It was pitch black outside, the only light source was the light globes on the wings of the plane.
The clouds were thick and grey, breaking apart as the wing sliced through them. All of a sudden, I felt pressure on my shoulder. I turned my head to the side and saw that it was Noah. "Sorry." He whispered. "I didn't bring a pillow, do you mind?" He asked. I giggled before nodding my head, making myself comfortable, resting my head on his.
"So—" he began. "You never actually told me why you're on this plane." He whispered, his eyes closed. "Right." I whispered, closing my eyes. "A lot of other stuff happened after the plane incident, but the main thing was, Jack and I started dating and I went on tour with him, being Why Don't We's opening act."
"That's so cool." He mumbled. "Yeah." I smiled. "It was, until Aspen, their managers daughter, started flirting with Jack, and basically tore our relationship apart. She made me think that Jack cheated on me, so, I simply, left. I got on a plane and went to New York. Corbyns girlfriend, Christina lived there, so I stayed with her until things were smoothed over, and Aspen came clean." I sighed.
"Jack and I started dating again, and then one night...we—we messed around, and weren't as careful as we should have been. I thought I was fine and that nothing could have possibly happened that night." I mumbled, my throat closing over as a few tears slipped out of my eyes. I sniffled before continuing. "A few hours ago I found out that I was pregnant, and now I'm here, running away, leaving everyone I love behind. I just don't want to ruin Jacks career, he deserves more than that." My voice trailed off. I waited for a response from Noah, but it never came. "Noah?" I whispered. No response. "Noah? Do you really think I'm that bad of a person for running away? I mean, I'm just trying to protect him—"
A little grunting noise came from my shoulder and I looked down at Noah's face. 'I'm so stupid.' I thought. He was asleep the whole time. 'I wonder how much he heard?'
I yawned before closing my eyes again and rethinking my day, over and over again.
I decided that I had made the right decision, leaving. The boys didn't need anything else on their plate right now, they need to focus on their music and touring. I was just another distraction, stopping them from living their dreams. Yes I know it sounds harsh, but it's true. It's time for me to move on.
I clear my mind and let the plane rock me to sleep...
(Daniels POV)
I awoke to Jack shaking me. His eyes were red and he had bags under his eyes. "Come on I need to show you something!" He said, ripping the covers off me, exposing me to the cool air.
"Alright alright I'm coming, what is it?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes. He grabbed me by the arm and took me to the 'magic room' where all the other guys were. "Daniel it's 6am, I need at least another 5 hours of sleep before I can fully function." Zach groaned, sliding down the wall. As I itched my arm, Jack sat down at the piano, playing a tune I'd never heard before. He began singing, watch sounded like an original song, it was amazing too. "I'm in too deep, can't touch the bottom with my feet, don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm livin." He sang, his fingers busy pushing down on the right notes.
A few minutes later, he had played us a total of 4 songs, and let me tell you, they were some of the best songs I've ever heard. As the last note of 8 letters played, Jonah said something that changed our whole lives completely, although at the time, we didn't know it.
"Jack, this is amazing. We only need a few more songs and then it could be an album."
He said, buzzing up and down.
"Our first album?" Corbyn asked.
"Our first album." I smiled.
"I can see it now, Why Don't We's first album, a headlining world tour." Zach imagined.
"World tour?" Jack asked.
"Our first world tour." I grinned.
"Let's do it!" Jonah yelled.
We all smiled at each other, excited for the road ahead of us.
"I'll call David....."