Lars Ulrich x Y/n~~~~~~ My dummer❤️

🤘(Fifty Three)🤘

^^ me and my friend were sending each other pics and captioning them and this is my favorite😭

"You got any food I'm starving." Cliff said, leaning back further to the couch. "Go help yourself." Bri said. He got up and walked to their kitchen. "So what do you guys wanna do?" Bri asked, propping her feet up on the little table in between the two couches.

"You guys wanna play a couple songs for us. It's almost time to go tho." James said. They got their stuff together and played a couple songs. "We gotta go!" James said getting up and hugging Bri.

We left and headed to the stadium. I put my head on Lars' shoulder as Kirk speeded down the road. "Slow down or we might run out of fuel!" James joked. I chuckled along with Lars.

We made it to the stadium intact. We walked in and all went to our practice rooms with me in Cliff's. I showered and changed clothes again. What I was wearing before wasn't something I was gonna wear onstage.

I found a dress sitting at the bottom of my back that I used to wear all the time. I smiled and found some stuff to go with it.

I was doing my hair when Lars walked in. I looked over at him before looking back at the mirror, "Hey babe!". "What are you wearing?" Lars asked as I put down my makeup. "What? What do you mean?" I asked, looking at him.

He looked at my outfit and saw something wrong with it. "Well don't you think it's a little revealing?" He asked, looking at me with a straight face. "What!" I said looking at him. What the hell is his problem? "I don't think you should wear that on stage." he said like it was no big deal.

I couldn't believe he would say that. "It's just a dress." I said thinking he would understand. "I just don't want you flaunting yourself out there like that." He said. "So I'm a whore if I wear a dress?" I said, chuckling. Why they hell would he even say that about me!

"Well I mean kinda. People will probably be able to see up it!" He said throwing his hands up before crossing them. "Why would you even fucking say that! I can wear what I want!" I said even more madly. "I just don't want all those people to focking see up your dress! You're my woman Y/n!" He said walking towards me.

"Fine, I'll change! Just get out!" I yelled at him walking toward my bag. He slammed the door as I shuffled through the bag. "You know what. This will piss him off more." I said grabbing the basically bikini top I brought.

I put the clothes on and went back to doing my half ass done eyeliner. I finished and grabbed my bass and walked to the practice room. I walked in and only James was in there. He was drinking beer and choked when he saw me.

"Holy shit!" He said, looking at me. "Lars told me I couldn't wear the dress I wanted to because it was 'revealing' so I changed." I said, smiling at him. He chuckled as I plugged in my bass. "He's gonna flip, but I mean you look amazing." he said, strumming his guitar.

"Well thank you james. Lars can sucking my dick!" I said. He chuckled and handed me the setlist. I looked at it and nodded.

"HOLY SHIT!" Kirk said as he walked in. I chuckled and struck a pose. Kirk was like my hype woman only he was a man.

"You look good as fuck. Buuuuut Lars is gonna flip fuck out." he said the last sentence with a upside down smile. I rolled my eyes, "Fuck him! That bastard told me I couldn't wear a dress so I changed." I said smiling.

Kirk laughed and shook his head as he plugged in his amp. I heard a door shut rather loudly, "Speak of the devil." I said turning around to look at James and Kirk. I looked at my bass and started playing Cherry Bomb.

Lars walked in but stopped at the door. "WHAT THE FOCK ARE YOU WEARING!" he shouted at me. "Well you wanted me to change, so I DID!" I yelled back. "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GONNA GO GET ON A POLE!" he shouted this time walking closer.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN SAY THAT!" I yelled pointing at him. "I WOULDN'T HAVE TO FOCKING SAY IT IF YOU DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A FOCKING SLUT!" he yelled. My jaw dropped, I walked over to him and slapped him.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I yelled as he clenched his face. "WHY WOULD YOU EVER CALL A WOMEN YOU 'LOVE' A FUCKING SLUT!" I said air quoting love.

"You know what! You can fucking have these back." I said taking off my ring and necklace he gave me. I threw them at him hitting him in the stomach."YOU KNOW WHAT FOCK YOU!" he yelled walking out.

"FUCK YOU TO LARS!" I screamed from the door. He flipped me off before walking into his room and slamming the door. I took a shaky deep breath before walking back into the practice room.

"He can go fuck himself! All I have done is try to make him happy but he acts like it's never good enough." I said sitting on my amp. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I put my hands on my legs and my face into my hands as the tears began to pour out of my eyes.

Kirk's hand touched my back making me flinch. "Don't worry about that asshole! He's being melodramatic as always. He'll come too." Kirk said, squating by me. I sat up and wiped my tears,

"I know. Now is my makeup running?" I said, lightly chuckling trying to make myself feel better. "No but the whole wing thing you had going on is gone but it still looks good." Kirk said as James nodded behind him with a smirk on his face.

"Ok thanks. Now let's go through this shit." I said standing and picking up my bass. After we were done we were told 5 minutes till stage time. We sat there and drank beers, no Lars to be seen.

I had totally forgotten about him till we all waited to get on stage. His door opened and closed. I didn't even look his way.