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

Chapter 39

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 39

(Jacks POV)
As I walked out onto the stage and the lights around us dimmed, one thing, one question, one life changing question, was running through my mind. The screams of hundreds of teenage girls was clouding my brain, numbing the piercing sound.
It felt like everything was in slow motion. Although I still had time to think about this question, and come up of a list why I should NOT even be considering this much of a commitment, I knew that this was the right way, the right time, the right place. I couldn't control these feelings, I knew it had to be done, otherwise I would drive myself crazy.
I can't let Sammy slip away from me again. I've already lost her a few times before.
This time, this time things are going to work out. They have too, we've already been through enough. There is no possible way any situation, or any feelings could tear us apart.
The familiar harmonies of our song '8 Letters' filled my ear piece and the concert venue.
As my thoughts grew smaller in my eyes, the screaming returned to its normal volume, louder than ever.
Jonah's soft singing echoed through the venue, the fans singing along with him, their phones recording our every move.
From the corners of my eyes, I could see Sammy watching us from the side of the stage, lightly smiling as she listened to the song I wrote about her. Like me, I think she was glad that we are now back together and the song doesn't really mean anything anymore.
It's just a reminder of a time where we both spent sleepless nights thinking about each other, wishing that we could be held in each other's arms.
A memory, a painful memory.
Zachs part of the song flew by in an instant, and it was my turn to sing.
I stepped forward, microphone in hand, and sung my heart out, trying to show off for Sammy. I hadn't done that in a while.
The crowd screamed as I finished my part, and I stepped back into my original position as Corbyn took over, his high, smooth voice filling my ears.
I looked over at Sammy wondering if I had impressed her in any way.
She had tears in her eyes and a grin on her face, her hands were clapping together repeatedly.
I smiled and gave her a wink before it was my turn to sing again.
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As the night progressed I started getting really nervous, so nervous that my hands were noticeably shaking. The guys kept giving me 'when are you going to do it?' looks, and each time I replied with a shoulder shrug.
The evening was quickly coming too an end, and we only had 2 more songs left to perform.
My mind was swarming with doubtful thoughts, like;
'Should I do it now?'
'Am I too young?'
'19 is young right?
'Will I get half way through the question and faint?'
'What if she says no?'
'Will the fans go crazy and attack me?'
'Will I be disowned by my parents?'
'Should I just run away and never come back?'
'What if I say the wrong thing and ask her a completely different question?'
'How will the press and media react?'
'Will this end my career?'
'What if I get kicked out of the band?'
'What if she's not the one?'
'What if I'm making a huge mistake?'
'What if—'
My thoughts were interrupted by the guys shouting my name.
"Jack are you alright?" Corbyn asked as the music stopped.
"You missed your line." Zach added.
"Woah you are a white as a ghost." Jonah exclaimed, resting the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to take my temperature.
"Oh uh I'm alright, sorry I was just— thinking."
Soft mumbles came from the crowd as I held the microphone to my lips.
"Sorry guys I was uh distracted, let's start again."
The introduction of 'Hard' started playing when Daniel rested his hand on my shoulder.
"It's now or never bro." He whispered over the loud music.
"I don't know if I can." I said, my voice shaky.
"Jack listen, you can do this, alright? You love her, she loves you. This is the right thing. Do it for your girls, do it for Sammy, do it for your new family. You know it's going to happen sooner or later, why not ask her now?"
I thought for a moment before coming to my senses. Of course I could do this.
"You're right." I said, taking a breath, building up some courage. "I can do this."
"Ay yo stop the music, stop the music." I yelled into the microphone so that the guys controlling the songs could hear me.
The music stopped after a few seconds and there was a murmur of 'awws' and disappointing sounds coming from the crowd.
"Sorry for stopping the show, but there is something I need to do. As you guys probably know, Samantha and I broke up around 8 months ago..."
The crowd fell silent and I looked over at Sammy who was staring at me with wide eyes, her jaw slightly open.
"I was completely heartbroken, hence why this '8 Letters' tour even exists.
Sammy didn't say goodbye.
She left a note, a note that didn't fully explain her absence.
I was confused, scared and miserable.
It was like my whole life had been taken away from me in an instant.
Months passed, and I grew even more depressed. She was really gone, and I thought I would never see her face again, feel her touch again, taste her lips again, and that, was the scariest feeling. (Opening and closing up again— I'll stop)
To help deal with my emotions and my thoughts, I wrote songs. These songs that you have heard tonight, are ones I wrote during that horrible time of my life."
I watched as the eyes of the girls in the crowd grew wider, and their whole attention was focused on me.
Sammy was still standing on the side, silent tears running down her face.
"Fast forward a few months and now I'm here, in Melbourne, Australia, the city that brought me, and the love of my life, back together."
There was a pause, before I outstretched my hand in the direction of Sammy, motioning for her to join me on stage.
"Now I know the reason as to why she left me."
Sammy shuffled onto the stage, standing next to me as I spoke to the crowd.
I turned towards her and placed my hand on her stomach that was still enlarged from the pregnancy.
"The reason Sammy left, was because she found out that she was carrying twins.
My twins.
She left because she didn't want these babies to potentially destroy my career and my reputation.
She left because she wanted to protect me."
I looked into her tear filled eyes as I said this, preparing myself for what was coming next.
"Sammy, I love you. So fricken much.
I literally can not live without you, and I don't want to loose you again.
I am going to be the best father to our children, and hopefully, the best husband to you—"
The guys stood next to me as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little black box Zach had given me earlier.
Sammy had covered her mouth and nose with her hands, tears rapidly rolling down her face.
As I got down on one knee, the crowd went absolutely ballistic.
I held the microphone to my lips, and popped the question.
"Samantha Adele Kelley, will you make me the h-happiest man on Earth, and marry me?....."
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