Fight Fire With Fire // James Hetfield Fanfiction

CHAPTER TWO: sex fantasies

(so sorry if my norwegian/danish is incorrect, i'm still learning)

At the recording studio, one of the people who worked for dallas greeted us. Dallas motioned to a couch towards the other side of the room for me to sit in. he took off my coat for me and i sat down on the couch. The boys stopped what they were doing and came out of the booth.

"James is going to come home with us tonight, darling" dallas said sweetly "i hope that's alright" what an ass. I sighed

"Fine" i said shortly. I wished he would just pick any other member to fixate on. He saw big things for james specifically, and i wished he would invite the other guys over once in a while. Then maybe lars and i could talk about james in another language and james would have no idea what we were talking about. But then again being petty wasn't the solution "but the rest of them are coming as well" i added

"Well that's just fine, we'll all have dinner" he smiled. Thankfully james didn't pay much attention to me at the studio, he seemed to really be focused on the music. Maybe he would start to ease up on me from now on. The most he did was make one remark when i commented on one of the takes.

"Honey? Could you please get the wine?" dallas asked me later that night at dinner. I obliged and when i brought it back, james cornered me once again in the hallway. He looked at me, and i looked back. He smiled

"I knew you wanted to see me today" he teased and i scoffed

"Why on earth would i ever want to see you" i asked

"No idea" he shrugged "but you could have told dallas we cancelled tomorrow after last night" i laughed at him.

"You woke me up, i wasn't in my right mind. Now will you let me go? Dallas needs the wine"

"Why are you even married to him?" he asked, his tone changing from proud and taunting, to slightly softer and quizzically. He really wanted to know, it wasn't something he was going to use against me later.

"I-" i was going to honestly tell him the truth, as if he didn't already know. As if anyone didn't know. It was pretty obvious "i love him" i said straight faced "now get out of my way, james" i pushed past him. I didn't understand why he did things like that. I wished he would just leave me alone.

"james havde et godt spørgsmål.. hvorfor giftede du dig med ham?" lars asked me, who was sitting across the table from me. I looked down, at my plate. I wasn't sure what the dish was called, and i didn't particularly like it.

"han vil holde meg komfortabel resten av livet" i replied quietly. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. James turned to me and we made eye contact again. God i hated him.

"I heard my name? what kind of horrible things are you saying?" he asked

"About how nobody liked you in highschool" i smiled smugly and took a sip of my wine. Our eye contact didn't falter the entire time.

"Well at least i wasn't the school whore" he grinned and i almost choked.

"Says the one that fuck-" but he cut me off, blushing.

"You shut up" he muttered and focused on eating his food. Everyone was looking at him at this point, except for dallas, who was looking at me. 

The rest of the night was pretty much just as awkward. As the last of them left the house dallas decided to have a talk with me.

"You two knew each other?" he asked me sternly and i nodded

"Is this really important? So what we went to school together" i asked, shrugging as i cleared the dishes from dinner

"It's not" he huffed "but you could have told me" i rolled my eyes and sat down on a bar stool, putting my head in my hands watching him do the dishes.

"It wasn't important" i said "and he is not coming into our apartment again. I'm sick of him"

"Oh yes he is, olivia, you don't make the rules. And you're going on that tour with me next month, too" i scoffed

"Just because you're basically double my age, doesn't mean you can control what i do" i said bitterly

"When i'm the one bringing in money i do" he countered. I couldn't argue with that. There was a point where back talking him just made it worse.

"Fine. but you owe me two new dresses" i muttered, like i couldn't just go buy them myself. I was starting to get sick of my life.

"Fine. then tell me what you and lars were saying earlier?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow. His tone as well as his body language was angry. He was being unreasonable for no reason.

"He asked me why i married you" i shrugged

"And?" he asked

"I said because i loved you" i chose my words wisely when i lied, but he didn't the subtle point that i made. it wasn't far from the truth, however, lars had re-asked why i married dallas, and i said that he gives me a comfortable life. and.. i did love him, once.  He smiled and walked to me

"I love you too" he grabbed my hand and held it close to his heart "i'm sorry things have been rough. You know how it gets right before an international tour like this. So many things can go wrong" i nodded and he kissed my hand "let's get to bed, yeah?" he asked me

"Sure, love" i said and checked my mental punch card for how many times this week we've had sex. He wasn't good in bed, and as time went on i wondered if he truly loved me or if he knew i was good and foreign. Most guys his age like that kind of thing. As we fucked, i couldn't stop thinking about.. Well. today when james and i were in the hallway.. When i was about to confess that i didn't love dallas. I couldn't get his eyes locking with mine out of my head no matter how hard i tried to push it out..

Once he was finished we lay next to each other "you okay? You seemed not as into it as usual" he panted, i shrugged and turned onto my side, facing away from him. I couldn't help feel ashamed for thinking of him while having sex with my husband.

"I'm just tired. Goodnight" i said, and with that, closed my eyes and tried my hardest to fall asleep.