A/N Originally published in 2012. This was my first William & Kate fanfiction. My abiding memory of this story was that the ending wasn't that well received. At the time, there were a lot of fan fictions that were romantic and ended as you'd expect. I wanted to do something a bit different. I also wrote this in a bit of a rush at my desk at work so it's not the best written story.

Will parked up outside Kate's Chelsea flat. A couple of hours earlier she'd text him, 'can you come over, we need to talk x', it said. Just one 'x' at the end, Will had thought, she must be angry. So he hadn't called her for two days, it wasn't a big deal.

Will let himself into the flat. Kate had given him a key when she moved there. He walked through the hall and into the kitchen, where Kate was standing boiling the kettle.

'You want one?' She asked.

'What, no "hello"? I haven't spoken to you in two days!', Will replied, laughing.

'And whose fault is that?' She mumbled back.

Will opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of annoying her further, so simply replied 'Yeh, a tea would be nice'.

They settled into the living room once the tea was made. There had been no kiss or hug, and Will was beginning to wonder what was going on.

'I think we should break up', Kate said as soon as they sat down.

'What?' Will said, in shock,

'Don't act so surprised, you knew this was coming' Kate replied softly.

'Don't be ridiculous, Kate. What's going on?' Will touched her leg to try to comfort her, but she shifted in her seat.

Kate's eyes began to well up. She had told herself not to cry, that this was the right thing to do.

'I'm…I'm just not happy' She said.

'Well we can sort that out, what can I do? Is it the stuff with my family? I thought you were ok with waiting to get engaged?' The words rushed out of William's mouth.

'I dont want to get engaged!' Kate said, angrily. 'And it's not your family, Will, it's you' She said, a tear falling down her cheek. Will was silent, he thought they were happy together.

'You don't care about my life, not really' Kate said, back in control of her emotions. 'Just let me speak Will', she said as Will tried to deny her accusation.

'Take last week' she said. 'You called me at work to ask me to meet you in the afternoon, and I was working that day'.

'I didn't know you were working, did I?!' Will yelled, angry that she was making a big deal of that.

'That's the whole point Will! You don't have a CLUE about my life or schedule, or which days I'm working! I know every single detail of your schedule, and you can't even be bothered to ask me about mine!'

She was on a roll now.

'I come to your stupid polo matches that I'm not even interested in, just because I know I'll never see you otherwise. I take an interest in every part of your life. But YOU, no YOU are far to busy to call me, or text me, or ask me how I am!'

'That's not true, Kate, you knew this would be hard. I do my best' He said, teeth gritted.

Kate stood up and took a breath turning from him. She had pictures of the two of them all over the living room. On holidays, with friends, at home. Pictures everywhere. She realised she'd have to take them all down.

'I'm moving back home' She admitted finally. She was dreading telling him that she'd quit her job and was moving back to Berkshire to work for the family. It would mean they'd be even further away.

'And you didn't think to talk to me about this?' Will said, furious now.

'We're living separate lives anyway' She whispered.

'Fine.' Will slammed the mug of tea onto the coffee table and stormed out of the flat.