The Contestant. (A The Voice fan fiction.) Book One.

Moving on.

Charlotte's POV:

Its nearing the end of my prep week. Tomorrow i shall have to go back to London. Tomorrow i shall have to act as if nothing is wrong.

My Ma is still in hospital. They won't tell me what is wrong with her. But i can see it. She is getting paler. Day by day. Hour after hour. She has said that she is fine but i know differently.

Andy has been a bit better with me.

When i got home from that forst hospital trip he led me to the sofa and sat me down. Danny came in too and made coffees and teas. I laid in Andy's arms and cried. He held me there. He didn't complain when i made his shirt wet from my tears. In fact, if anything, he held me tighter and started to rock me slightly. I sniffled gulped and cried some more. He stroked my hair and whispered soothing words in my ear. Once i had got it all out he jjst stayed there. He didn't say a word. He held me in my arms. I looked over at Danny. He was sat there watching us and drinking his tea.

I sat up.

"Sorry Danny. I didn't think," I said.

"No stay with him. He is giving you the comfort that i really can't right now. I dare say he is better at it than i would be. Don't get too cocky mate. I just paid ye a compliment," Danny said with a smile.

"Wow. Well. I din't know how to respond to that compliment. Chadlie come here sweetie make sure i am not dreaming?" Andy asked.

I smiled and went back into his arms.

Whatever happened with Ma.

I know that i have got my boys with me.