Can't be Moved - A The Script Story - Danny O'Donoghue Story

Chapter 14

This chapter is for everyone in my school that has ever read one of my stories, especially Eloise. (haha Uncle Ed) the rest of you guys will get that in a few chapters. Actually you know what, I'm just gonna dedicate it to you all because you are all absolutely fantastic, you don't get really annoyed when I take ages to update, thanks by the way. and once again, this is for all you guys :-)

"Lacey, get ready you're going to be late!" My mum yelled as she rushed around after Sophie and Mason. Slowly I descended the stairs, a confused look firmly planted among my features. I may have pushed all this away but I wasn't stupid, my parents are dead.

"Lacey!" Sophie screamed, running up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I hugged back, missing my baby sister hugs.

"I miss you Soph." I whispered and I felt tears start to build in my eyes. 

"Then why? Why didn't you help us?" My dad sneered, coming from the living room, his eyes livid with anger. 

"You could have saved us!"

"You forgot us!"

They all screamed at me and I backed away, running but I always ended up back in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "I'M SORRY! I'm sorry!" Suddenly there was a burst of light and my mum, dad, Sophie and Mason bust into flames. Their ear piercing screams echoing off the walls and in my head.

"Lacey!" Somebody shouted over the roaring of the flames. "Please come back to me baby. Lacey!" 

I was being shaken by Danny, waking me up. I looked at him and felt the tears still streaming down my face. 

"Shh. It was just a dream." The Irishman comforted, holding me in his wame, safe arms.

"I miss them!" I sobbed into his chest.

"I know. I miss my dad too." He murmed into the crook of my neck and Mark walked in. Taking one look at my tear stained face, the bold man frowned.

"Lacey, I know it's hard...and for a while, you thought that you'd moved on. You didn't give yourself time to mourn and I think that before you and Dan do anything else, you sould mourn." Mark stated, patting my should gently before leaving the room. 

"Thank you." I croaked after him and snuggled back into Dan's (very) well toned chest.

"Come on, you need rest, darlin." Danny stated, laying us both back onto the bed, I fell asleep in his arms, I seem to be doing alot of that lately.

"Lacey, get up, come on...we have an interview, Love." A persistant voice pulled me from my sleep. I groaned, snuggling back into my extremely comfortable pillow. He chuckled, "Is my chest that comfy, Lace?" Dan asked and my eyes shot open, I sat up.

"Morning Dan." I greeted with a laugh, the Irishman sat up and kissed me gently, my heart started beating a thousand miles an hour. I smiled into the kiss, grabbing a pillow in my hand and, without breaking the kiss, I pulled it up and pushed Danny off me so that we could both get ready. "Come on, we have an interview." I mocked as I ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me and jumped into the shower.

Half an hour later and I sat in my room currling my hair slightly, already dressed. It was then that Dan decided to flounce in and kiss my cheek. "You almost ready?" He questioned and I nodded, setting the curling iron down and turning it off. I smelled it, Dan was wearing a new aftershav, it smelled amazing. I commented of it and Daniel chuckled, wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked out to his car. Mark and Glen were already there sat in the back.