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

Chapter 22

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 22

(Daniels POV)
After we comforted Jack until he had cried out all the tears his body could produce, we decided to have one last 'guys day' before we would be spending all of our spare time in the studio beginning tomorrow. It was a surprisingly warm day, in Los Angeles, considering it was winter, so we all decided to swim in our pool for a while. We told Jack to leave his phone inside, as did the rest of us. Time for ourselves is what we all needed right now. Although at first Jack wasn't really moving much in the pool, a sad look on his face, he eventually warmed up to us and joined in on our game of volleyball. It was Jack, Zach and I onto Corbyn and Jonah. I immediately noticed that the our team had one extra player, and mentally facepalmed. Jack noticed too and the light smile disappeared from his face and was replaced by a frown. The missing teammate was Sammy. 'How did I not think of this before?' I thought, sighing.
"You know what, I'm kinda hungry, let's order postmates." I said, trying to get Jacks mind off her. I got out of the pool and the rest of guys followed, realising what had happened.
Zach scratched the back of his head as he dried himself off with a towel. I guess we were so used to having Sammy with us every second of everyday, everything we did felt different.
Jack grabbed his phone off the counter before flopping onto the couch. Before he could unlock his phone, Corbyn snatched it out of his hands, and replaced it with an x-box controller.
"Corb—" Jack began before Corbyn cut him off.
"Being on your phone is only going to make you feel worse. Play some fifa with me, just like the good old days. Remember our first week of being a band? Corbyn said, giving Jack a stern look. Jack stared into space before cracking a light smile. Our first week as a band was the first week of our real lives. It was the happiest days of our lives. Reliving that would pull Jack out of his slumber and make him remember what he was born to do. Make music, preform, make people happy. Corbyn patted Jack on the back before they both directed their eyes to the TV screen that displayed their pixelated, fake soccer match.
Zach and Jonah sat beside each of them, giving them pointers that didn't help them whatsoever. I quickly ordered us Pizza before going on twitter. I wanted to see how the fans were responding to Sammy and that Noah guy.
From what I could see, it wasn't good. Just like Jack, everyone was assuming Sammy cheated on him. Hopeful #jammy fans were saying that they were only friends, which was true, but when you see the picture, it looks bad, really bad. I was about to turn my phone off before a tweet with a picture attached to it caught my eye. It was from a Sammy update fan account.
The picture came from her Instagram and it was a photo of her and Noah. They looked extremely...close, and I thought she was just sitting next to him on the plane? It looked like they were in a house together. At this point I was so confused. I was about to text Sammy before Corbyn told me to come and play against Jack. Quickly turning off my phone, I put it in my pocket and grabbed the controller, sitting down next to him. If he saw that photo, I don't know what would happen, but I knew I couldn't keep him off his phone forever.
I played it off like everything was normal.
The pizzas arrived and we ate and played games just like our old days as a band.
Everything wasn't as complicated back then.
All of us laughed the night away, I even think Jack had forgotten everything that was going on. I was glad to have my 4 best friends back.
No girls, no drama, no social media. It was great, but all good things must come to an end.
Around midnight, we all started getting tired and headed off to bed. I watched as Jack grabbed his phone off the counter and walked up the stairs. I followed him into our bedroom, watching his every move. I pulled off my shirt and pulled back the covers of my bed, getting into the cold sheets. Jack put his phone on charge and then walked into the bathroom.
While he was brushing his teeth, I contemplated throwing his phone out the window, but I knew that was pushing it a bit too far. The bathroom light flickered off and Jack walked out, yawning. I turned onto my side and watched him get into bed. The lamp that lit up our room, turned off at the touch of my hand. The only light source in the room was coming from the phones that illuminated our faces. I scrolled through Instagram, waiting for Jack to say something about the photo. It was like I was holding my breath. The first 5 minutes passed and I heard nothing, not even a grunt from Jack. Continuing to look through fan edits, my eyes would dart over in his direction every now and again, waiting for a response. Eventually my eyes could barely keep themselves open, and I clicked my phone off and pulled the blankets up to my neck, closing my eyes. 2 minutes later I heard movement from Jacks side of the room. Something hard hit the surface of his bedside table, probably his phone. There was silence for about 30 seconds before Jacks voice filled the room.
"It's over, isn't it?" He whispered.
"Yeah buddy, it's over." I replied.
"You saw it?" He asked.
"Yeah, I saw it." I responded.
"I hope she's happy." He sighed.
"Yeah—" I began. "Me too......"
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Oof from now on shit is going down.
It's finally the time you've all been waiting for.
Grab your tea.