The Coach (A The Voice/ The Script Fan Fic) Book Two.

Ohhh

Charlotte's POV:

Danny drove in silence.

Where we were going I don't know.

We pulled up outside a flourist.

He wejt inside and left me in the car.

He brought back some roses and some primroses.

I know what is happening now.

"We're paying them a visit ... Aren't we?" I asked Danny.

He looked at me and in his eyes I saw everything.

Anguish

pain

Sadness

anger

a small bit of pleasure

agony

Desperation

irritation

did i mention a thick layer of pain?

He looked away and focused on driving but i knew the answer.

He always got roses for his Dad.

And primroses were my Ma's favourite flower.

Sure enough.

We pulled up outside a cementary.

Suspicions were correct.

I don't know if I am ready for this. I haven't seen my Ma's grave yet.

Danny must have seen my staring out of the passenger window because he took my hand and stroked it slightly.

"I am sorry for bringing you here Charlie. It... It's just i need a bit of support today. And ... Well.. You know better than anyone what it feels like to lose a family member. Or two," Danny said.

I didn't look at him.

"Try four," I whispered.

I faced him.

His mouth dropped open.

"Actually five," I said remembering my uncle.

"Who else?" Danny asked.

"My great Nan... She was Polish and alive during world war two. She was captured and taken to Belson concentration camp where she watched her family die around her. Had my Great Gramps not rescued her she would surely have died in their along with the rest of her family. She got dimensia and soon forgot who I was. Although she always called me pretty girl. She would ask when the pretty girl is coming back to see her. My great Gramps. He was a soilder durin world war two. Soilders run in the family. Then my Uncle was a soilder too. Fighting on the frontline with my Pa. ..." I explained.

Danny looked at me. Thise great big sad eyes boring into mine.

"Ohh," He said.

"I showed all the makings of a soilder. Good speed agility and stamina. Breaking school records, i was good in languages and science and maths. I studied and exercised a lot so when a talent group spotted me everyone thought I was going to go for it but instead my Ma signed me up for The Voice. I didn't want to do it anyway. What with our track record with the army and soilders," I explained.

Danny nodded.

"I'm glad you didn't. I really am," He said.

I looked at him.

He meant it i could tell.

"I don't know what i would do without you

i wouldn't know what to do

irs great you keel my feet on the ground

whenever you're around.

You keep me anchored," Danny sang as explanation.

I smiled.

My songs suited him.

It was then he realised he was still holding my hand and he moved it away.

"Shall we go and say hello?" He asked.

I took a deep breath.

"Yes. Let's go and say hello ... And goodbye," I said.

I took the primroses from Danny and we walked in together.