Matty had been gone for two weeks in rehab. Kat had gone to see him when she could but on some days he wouldn't allow her. It was nothing personal, and she knew that, it was just that some days he had bad days and he knew that Kat had already seen enough of them in her life time.

Kat stood outside the rehab and stared at the big sign 'Manchester Rehabilitation Centre' it read. This was the third day in a row that Matty had refused to see her and it worried her slightly. Usually it was the odd day of the week but now it was becoming frequent.

Kat turned around and got in her car, placing the box of tea bags and chocolate she had bought for him on the passengers seat. They were okay, he was always okay when they spoke and they were meant to go on tour the next week.

She drove home with low ambient music playing in the background, she didn't feel like doing anything that day so she just pulled into her drive and left the presents there. She noticed George's car in the driveway so she smiled slightly even though she knew he wasn't there for her.

George was sat on the sofa with Angie when a sad faced Kat walked through the door. He knew he didn't have to, but he moved slightly away from his position next to Angie.

"Hey hun" Angie beamed, "how was he?" She asked, Kat just shook her head and George's heart dropped for her.

"I'm sure he's just having a bad few days. You know what he's like. I bet he'll call you tonight or tomorrow." George tried to make her feel better. It wasn't exactly the perfect start to a relationship but Kat was hoping Matty wanted to be in it as much as she did.

"Hmm." She hummed distantly. She swayed around in place for a second, not wanting to sit down. George and Angie watched her detached eyes wander around the room before they met each other's. "I'm just gonna go upstairs." She finally said and made her way to her room.

She sat on her bed and pulled out her keyboard, she stared at the keys as if they were foreign to her but the minute she placed her hands on them they took it upon themselves to play something. She fiddled around for a while before pushing it towards the end of her bed and biting her lip.

Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket so she pulled it out with false hope in her heart; it was Tammy. She slid her finger across the screen and placed it to her ear.

"Hey TimTam." She smiled, she heard a sigh from the other end.

"No luck?" She asked, Kat drew her eyes to the floor.

"Not today." She responded. Tammy sighed.

"Okay. I love you. I'll come round tomorrow yeah? We can organise your wardrobe for tour?" Kat smiled down at her bed.

"Yeah that would be nice." She said weakly, they said their goodbyes and hung up. Kat put the phone next to her lap and pulled the keyboard onto it.

She started humming some song she had started to write when Matty first went into rehab. She hadn't thought about it until now. There was a knock at the door and she stopped playing.

"Kat?" George's voice entered the room as did his body. She looked up and smiled. "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just fiddling." She smirked, he rolled his eyes and sat on the bed next to her. He motioned to the keyboard.

"Go on then" she giggled insecurely and shook her head.

"It's just some shitty song about Matty." She replied, he scoffed.

"Their always the best ones when you say that." He nudged her and she caved. She pulled the keyboard closer and started playing the chords.

*Again, I changed one word just to kind of make it make sense a little bit*

"At the best of times I'm lonely in my mind
But I can find something to show you
If you have got the time
Why would I rely on the things that I did right?
She said, "I gave you a year of my life"

So what about these feelings I've got?
We got it wrong
And you said you had enough
What about these feelings I've got?
I couldn't be more in love

I could've been a great line, I could've been a sign
Overstayed my time, say what's on my mind
Maybe I'll rely on all the things that I did right
Because I'd give you all the years of my life

So, what about these feelings I've got?
We got it wrong and you said you had enough
But what about these feelings I've got?
I couldn't be more in love"

She finished singing and abruptly pulled her hands from the keys. She's never sang it all the way through before. George watched her in amazement as she banged out this tune.

"Is that about his bad days?" He asked, she nodded.

"Yeah. I miss him a lot. I feel like I can only be with him when I don't see him." She stressed, he nodded.

"He'll be out in a week so we can go on tour. You'll see him soon enough." He placed his hand on her back and rubbed it slightly.

"Yeah I guess." She sighed.

Later on that night, George and Angie went out for dinner so Kat poured herself a glass of red wine and laid down on her living room floor in the middle of the rug. She was three glasses in when her phone started ringing.

"Hello?" She answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey." A familiar voice breathed down the phone in almost relief. She closed her eyes and took another sip of her wine.

"I came to see you today." She told him as if he didn't knowingly reject her.

"Yeah, you know why I said no though right?" He asked, Kat felt tears in her eyes from the ache in her heart.

"Matty, I don't care if you're having a bad day. I want to see you." She whined, he sighed heavily.

"Yes but...I don't want to see you." The words ripped through her heart. "I just can't. If I see the pity in your eyes, it will break me." He continued. She wiped away a few tears.

"I just want you to get better." She hated that she couldn't be near him to make him feel her love.

"I know. I am. I want to be better for you." He didn't sound like himself, he sounded rehearsed which Kat also hated.

"Matty, I miss you." She whispered, afraid of what he'll say next.

"I miss you so much Kit. I dream about you every night." His tone changed to a more real answer and she believed him this time.

"Good. Stay that way and let me come and visit you tomorrow." She demanded. He let out a chuckle.

"I am feeling better this afternoon." It wasn't a definitive answer but it was hopeful.

"Good. Do you think you'll be ready for tour?" She wondered, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

"Hmm, yeah. I'm not going to miss it though, no matter what state I'm in." He spoke warily as if he knew she wouldn't take this lightly. Kat let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto her bed.

"You know the minute I see you use again will be the last minute you see me." She reminded him.

"I know if I have you I won't need to use." He spoke confidently but Kat knew that wasn't the way mindset he should have.

"Rehab is supposed to be making you independent of your addiction, not codependent on me fixing it." She pointed out.

"Kat, they tell me here to find my anchor. It's like an emotional sponsor. You're my anchor; as cringe as that sounds." He laughed slightly which made her smile.

"I wrote a song about you today" She confessed, she could practically here his grin. That was the biggest compliment she could've given to him.

"Oh yeah? Wanna sing it down the phone for me?" He offered, she giggled.

"Nope its a surprise for when you get back." She responded, he breathed heavily through his nose.

"Ah, at least tell me there's a key change." He pondered, she laughed.

"Of course. I'm not a monster." She played along, he laughed loudly.

"Okay, what's this song called? My talented boyfriend? The best person I know? How am I so lucky? Rehab blues?" The last one made her laugh and she shook her head.

"Hmm, it's called couldn't be more in love." She revealed, there was a silence.

"Fuck, Kat. Don't say shit like that when I can't do anything about it. I'm literally locked up here and saying I love you isn't enough." He sounded genuinely frustrated.

"You don't have to say anything. If you clean up I'll know you love me and more importantly yourself." She replied, another sigh escaped his lips.

"I love you and I will see you tomorrow." He spoke definitively. He never made statements like that because he knew that he may not be able to keep them. Kat felt calm in their state of relationship; she had someone who was fighting himself to be with her and as confusing and frustrating it is; it made her happy.