catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Basically / Van

You'd always known it was going to be hard when he left. It always was.
It always has been, even before quarantine on the few occasions he'd left you home alone for tours after you'd first met.

But now, having been living in each others pockets day in day out for over a year, it was even more difficult than before.

You missed him more than you ever had done before, and youd experienced many a heartache evening on your own before now.

They say absense makes the heart grow fonder and you knew that to be true now because you missed even his most annoying habits.

You missed him leaving the toilet seat up, missed him smoking out the bedroom window when it was raining, letting the weather and the cold freeze you both in the middle of the night. Rain blowing in and making puddles on the bedroom floor.

You missed the way hed play down every minor catastrophe, the way when he was around it really didn't matter if you forgot to buy milk or the power went out, or the bus was late and you were ten minutes late for work, getting a bollocking off your boss.

You missed how much it would get under your skin when you came home mithering about that, worrying after your job and your managers opinion of you, and Van would shake his head and laugh it off. Tell you it wasn't so important anyway. Ask you "who gives a fuck what he thinks anyway?" as he lit up a cigarette and offered you the first drag knowing full well that you were trying to quit.

You missed his insomnia, how even when you were shattered and falling asleep, he could talk for England till the early hours. You missed the way he rose early in the mornings and woke you up out of boredom, irritable but shit head grin on his lips as he apologised and pretended it was an accident. Like some teenage boy who could never get enough.

All the things which you'd joked you wouldn't miss the day he'd left, you missed desperately and dearly now. Today of all days in particular because tonight he was only playing one city away.  An hours drive away from home, touching distance. And yet still out of reach.

You missed him most when he was closest to home but still not by your side. When the show was Manchester or Birmingham and you couldn't go to watch the boys play for one of a plethora of obstacles which seemed to get in your way more and more these days.

Last time you'd had to miss every show on their tour because of work and this time you'd promised yourself you'd get to go to at least one, but when you'd tried to clear the night off with your manager they'd told you point blank, no.

It was impossible apparently, to get you the time off because they were having that night off. When you'd found out why they were having the night off you'd been livid, gone home full of hatred for your boss, only to have Van snigger at your foul language as he pulled you into a hug.

"Cmon love, it's not so bad," hed grinned, "can you really blame them?" he asked grinning a little wider when you began fighting back against his hug, scowling because he wasn't giving you the sympathy you wanted and he wasn't getting pissed off either.

"Van she won't let me have the night off to go and see you when you're away because she's going to fucking see you! She's being a bitch!"

"I know I know," he chuckled backing away from you, falling down onto the sofa hands raised in a surrender before shrugging his shoulders, a certain smugness making its way onto his expression. "All am saying love... All I'm saying is can you really blame her? You get to have me all the time, she's only gettin me for an hour an a half," he grinned.

"But it's not fair," you simpered, arms folded across your chest, eyes watering only to your boyfriends amusement.

"Hey cmon baby don't give me that look, you'll get to see me a different night... Its not so b..."