Its been two days since I've seen George. I stayed with Adam and Ross for just a day till they said we just need to make up.

I went home yesterday and he wasn't home. I have no idea where he is. I just really hope he's OK.

Bloody hell!! Now I'm worried again. What if he's dead? God I'm such a bad fiancé. I need a fucking distraction.

I went downstairs to find something to eat, but found nothing. It started getting a little cold so I went to our room to find a shirt. I grabbed a random shirt from the floor and realized it was George's. I shrugged my shoulders pretty sure he wouldn't care.

I went to our living room and opened a window. I grabbed the pack of cigarettes I bought to see I have five left.

"Fuck" I muttered. I lit one and smoked by the window.

"God I'm bored again" I said talking to myself.

I grabbed my guitar and sat on the window ledge that gives me a view on the street down below. I was playing random stuff, but soon I got a good beat going. So I started adding lyrics.

Well we're here
We're at the common again
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago

Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when
I'm arguing with you

I sang remembering how perfectly messy his hair looked when we argued.

And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that
I'm not half as bad as what
You've been told

I knew that George's family knew he was going to make a mistake to be with me. Saying I was a druggie and I'm not a reliable person to be with. Of course George didn't listen to them.

And when I knock
At one hundred and two
And I see your pyjamas
I can't stop smiling at you

And that's why we're here
We're at the common again
I've been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin

I sang picturing his huge grin that's so contagious.

Said well I, I
I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yapping on about her

But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself

I started to smell his cologne on the shirt. I miss it so much. I loved smelling it when ever he hugged me.

I called you up
At one hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Talking about that girl
What was getting onto you
You

"Nice song" I jumped and looked up to see George leaning against the wall. "Should leave more often to get you to write good songs"

"Where have you been!?! I've been worried sick!" I yelled at him.

"I went to visit mum and dad for awhile" he said.

"You could of told me" I said standing up and heading to the kitchen again.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled. When I turn around he was pretty much pressed against him. I looked up so that way I can look him in his eyes. "I missed you Cat"

"You really could of told me where you were. I really was worried"

"I'm sorry sorry Matthew. I promise I won't leave again. If I do I'll tell you were I'm going"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Don't say it like that. Don't make me feel like a possessive husband" that cause George to laugh and then he bent down and kissed me.

"I love you" he said against my lips.

"Love you too" I said back and kissing him once again.