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

Chapter 24

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 24

(Daniels POV)
"You all packed bro?" I asked Jack, as I dragged my suitcase down the hotel stairs and left it next to the pile of the 8 other suitcases. "Almost." He said, his suit case on the floor, his body sitting on top of it. His hand was trying to close the zip without the case bursting open.
He let out a few grunts and groans before finally the zip made it the whole way around and he sighed happily. "Done." He grinned, pretending to wipe away sweat off his forehead.
"Australia here we come!" Jonah yelled as he stepped out of the elevator that just opened.
"There was an elevator?" I asked, staring up at the 6 flights of stairs I just dragged my suitcase down. "Idiot." Zach laughed, following out behind Jonah. "I'm so tired." Corbyn whined, drowsily walking out of the elevator and flopping onto the couch in the hotel lobby.
An Asian staff member rushed up to us and thanked us for staying, and hoped that we have a safe flight to Australia. We said goodbye and got into a mini van that took us to the airport.
"Man this Asia tour has gone so fast." Jonah said, as he buckled up his seatbelt. "I'm so glad people are loving the album." Zach smiled, resting his head on Jacks shoulder, closing his eyes. Yep, that's right, we released our first album. After our 'guys day' we spent all our free time in the studio, writing and recording, working with producers and songwriters we've never worked with before, and discovering different sound, our sound. It took us a good 8 months, but finally it's out, our album, 8 Letters is out, and we couldn't be happier. The response the fans have given us is amazing, we couldn't have asked for anything better.
Jack on the other hand, isn't as amazing. Although he says he's over Sammy, I know he isn't. He doesn't know that I know, but I've caught him multiple times looking through Sammy's Instagram using a new account, considering she blocked all of us. He thinks that she's dating that Noah guy, and to be honest, I think so too. She's posted photos on Instagram with him, and is always with him in Instagram stories. They seem happy. I'm just glad she's moved on, now it's Jacks turn.
I've tried and tried and tired to get him to go out and party, have some fun for once in his life, but he refuses, and I don't know why.
Maybe he still has hope. Maybe he thinks that there could still be a chance between him and Sammy. I think we all know, she's gone, and we're never going to find her. It would take a miracle. So far we've traveled to around the US and Asia for the 8 letters tour. Our next stop is Australia. Not gunna lie, I'm extremely nervous for Jacks sake. Sammy had a strong Australian accent, and I'm afraid that if everyone is talking like her, he'll have a mental breakdown.
"You okay Daniel?" Jack asked as I stared at the floor of the van. "Huh yeah I'm good, just thinking." I replied, lifting my eyes to his.
"Me too." He said. "I wonder if we're thinking about the same thing."
I laughed before breaking the eye contact and staring out the window. "I doubt it." I lied.
There was a possibility we were thinking about the same person.
Once we arrived at the airport, we were mobbed by screaming teenage girls, you know, the usual. We said hi and made our way through the crowd, trying not to get distracted or pulled away. 30 minutes later we were free from all the girls and had successfully made our way through the security check. Today we had something different (no pun intended) we had our own private plane, which was so cool. Being cramped on a long flight with screaming babies and smelly people isn't the best, and a private plane with quiet is just what we all needed right now. The whole flight consisted of sleep, sleep and even more sleep. As soon as my face hit the comfy seat I was out, and didn't wake up until we were just about to land in Australia. The plane lowered, and sped along the runway, jolting to a stop.
It was a sunny day in Melbourne, the perfect temperature, not to hot, not to cold, just right.
We were all wide awake and ready to explore the city for the first time ever. To be honest, I didn't expect many fans to be at the airport, but as usual, I was wrong. Aussies go hard, and bring the best gifts. Their accents are the cutest, but every girl I look at reminds me of Sammy. I can't imagine how Jack must be feeling right now. I kept looking at him as we hugged and took photos with all the fans, waiting for him to breakdown. To my surprise, he was strong and didn't show a single sign of weakness. Tyler had managed to get us away from all the girls and lead us to a car that took us to our hotel. It was freaking massive. According to the desk assistant, it was the 2nd tallest building in Australia. The Eureka SkyDeck. We checked in and got told our room number. 87, the second highest room in the building. I swear Zach nearly cried in the elevator, we kept jumping up and down, rattling the carriage. When we reached our floor, we chose our rooms and unpacked a little, before going back down to the ground and walking the streets of Melbourne.
We were searching for a good restaurant, when Zach decided he would cross a road without looking both directions. A car came speeding along but braked just in time. Although unfortunately for Zach, the car still lightly hit him, making him fall to the ground. A woman got out of the car and checked if he was okay, so did we. On the ground, he was wincing and groaning, holding his side. He lifted up his shirt revealing a massive deep purple bruise.
"Zach we need to get you to a hospital." Jonah said, picking him up and carrying him in his arms. "There's a hospital right down there." The woman said, pointing down the street, around 300 meters away.
"Oh thankyou." I said, patting Jonah on the shoulder, meaning 'go.'
"I'm so sorry!" The woman shouted as we began walking. "It's fine!" Zach yelled back. "I forgot you guys drive on the left side of the road."
Corbyn and Jack giggled to themselves as they watched Zach hiss in pain. After a short walk, we arrived at the doors of the hospital.
They automatically opened revealing the inside, and the people in it. If you were watching us, you would have seen all of our faces simultaneously drop. My heart froze.
It was like I had been hit my a bus. No one dared to speak. We all stared at the person standing in front of us.
Jack stepped forward, tears in his eyes, his hands shaking. I could hear the deep breaths coming from his body as he tried to talk.
"S—S—Sammy?........"
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Oh snap.
I have the names for the twins and I actually love them.