April 10th, 1983
You lie in bed sleeping with your boyfriend Lars ulrich of Metallica.
"Good morning bbg" Your Danish Drummer of a boyfriend whispered cutely in your ear. "Good morning my little cutie pie" you replied while waking up.
"I'm gonna go get you something real quick" Lars stated while getting out of bed
*THUNK!* "O M G!! My little lars are you okay🥺" you ask with deep concern in your voice. "Yuh I'm okay bbg 🥺❤️" Lars responds with a single tear rolling down his cheek. Lars' forehead was a little bruised but you couldn't really tell because of his bangs covering it. "Oh baby lemme see that" you said as lars was crawling up back into bed going to lie in your chest. You lift up his bangs and see the bruise forming on his forehead. frowning, you said "you have a bruise right here, does it hurt?" "Yes🥺" lars whimpers
You give him a little kiss on his head "I hope you feel better" Lars smiles and gets out of bed again but not falling this time
"I gotta go see da boyz🥶🥶🥶 and practice!!!"
While lars goes out and sees " Da boyz🥶🥶🥶":
" Hey lars, Wheres Y/N? and what the fuck is wrong with your forehead, why is it slightly purple!? It looks even bigger than it normally is" Dave said
"NOTHING IS WRONG OKAY!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!..." Lars shouted angrily.
"Would you guys shut up😒" cliff said annoyed "bro cliff come look at lars' forehead it's purple!!!" Dave said trying not to laugh "HAHA IT IS" James said as he was walking past.
Later after lars went back to see you..:
"Hey bbg I'm back 😘" "hey lars OH MY GOD YOUR FOREHEAD IS PURPLE" you say in shock "it's okay bby" Lars says calmly
"No baby I think you should go to the hospital" you say concerned
"ITS fine I'll wait til tmr" he assured you
April 11th 1983 (next day):
You open your eyes to see lars sleeping softly, soundly and cutely next to you, your eyes widen as you gasp all the air leaving your mouth. You nudge lars awake "OMG BABE WAKE UP YOUR FOREHEAD IS HUGE!" You shout trying to wake him up
"Huh?" He murmurs as he sits up bringing his hand to feel his forehead "its fine, is it still purple?" He questioned "No but its like 2 fingers bigger than normal and I think your forehead is slowly enlarging..." you say. "It's okay really! Listen i really need to see da boyz 🥶🥶🥶" Lars says rushing out of bed.
Later in the morning while lars was hanging out with metallica:
"You're out of the band" Lars says crouching next to dave trying to wake him up "what?" Dave says angrily. "Your out of the focking band" Lars says "No warning No second chance??" Dave questioned angrily "No LMFAO get reked!!" James said giggling. "Ugh!! You little Danish sewer rat!!" Dave yelled while slapping lars against his face but as soon as his hand touched lars little round cheeks, lars' hair fell off and landed on the floor with a *ploof*
" OH MY GOLLY! MY HAIR" Lars said dropping to his knees and putting his face in his hands sobbing "my bad!" Dave said
"Oh my gosh, lars what's going on with your forehead! It's expanding!" James said
"OKAY welp I'm outta here bye!!" Dave said skidaddling out the door.
" Lars I'm gonna take you to the hospital"
James said, then suddenly cliff walked into the room "Oh dang bro, what happend to your hair?" Cliff said
Later:
Lars walked into the hotel room to see Dave in bed with Y/N
"Oh my gosh!! DAVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LITTLE KITTEN!!" Lars yelled with pure rage as he stomped his foot down.
"Having a great time with Y/N! Anyways I really gotta get going, i don't know how long this bus ticket is gonna last!" Dave said getting up and running out the door at full speed.
"Lars what happend to your hair? Why are you bald? And why is your forehead huge!!?" You ask
" I went to the emergency room and they said I have bad drumming but they said my hair should grow back soon!" Lars replied
"Oh" you say
"OH Y/N DO YOU STILL LOVE ME 🥺" Lars says sobbing and drops down to his knees while he begs you not to leave him to go be with dave.
"Lars...now that you have no hair...i..i..I don't think we can be a thing anymore.."
You say while walking to the mini-fridge and throwing spaghetti at his bald head and running out the door. Lars just stares at the spaghetti as the noodles slide off his head and the sauce slowly drips down his head like rain on a cold November night. Lars lifts his hand reaching for the noodles that fell off, putting them in his mouth and slurping and chewing them up sadly. He missed his Y/N
THE END
