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

The Storm.

Charlie's POV

Rain plumetted down on the windows of the car.

"Fucking shity fucking bollocks!" Dan shouted.

I just looked at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Not only is that my favourite saying but its one my Ma used a lot," I said.

A look of guilt came across his face.

"I visited her a bit more than you did. I told her at the time how i felt about you ... I mean ye know what I mean ... How i felt about you at the time. She said that phrase and then told me to wait until after the final show that you were in," Danny admitted.

So my Ma had agreed to me and Danny being together....

Weird!

He pulled up outside a flat.

Danny gave me his jacket.

"What about your poor hair?" I asked sarcastically.

He pulled a hoodie hood up and around his hair.

"Simples!" He said.

"Dork," I said.

Danny laughed.

"Lets get you inside," Danny said.

I bolted from the car to the door within seconds leaving Danny to struggle with his car.

"Gee thanks for that!" Danny said sarcastically.

I laughed.

"No problem," I said sarcastically back.

"You really are a little shit sometimes aren't ye?" Danny said.

"Charming," I said.

"No.Charlie Warlie that's you," Danny said.

I stepped into his personal space.

"The next time you call me.Charlie Warlie i'll ... Think of a nice cool revenge," I said.

"Charlie Warlie!" He said sticking out his tongue.

I pouted.

"Can you show me where i am sleeping?" I asked.

Danny pointed to a door on the left.

I opened it.

It was his bedroom.

I took a look and then backed out.

"No," I said.

"Tough shit. Get in there and go to sleep. You're foobard!" Danny said.

"I haven't heard that one in ages!" I said laughing.

"Get to bed you!" Danny said.

I went inside his bedroom and then checked my phone.

Shit.

36 missed calls.

From Andy!

I shall sort them out tomorrow.

I fell.into bed and fell straight to sleep.