body electric || kirk hammett

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CHAPTER TEN

their first tour was in LA. they had to get out the hotel relatively early so they wouldn't miss the opening.

it was around 5am when you felt kirk get out of bed.

the mattress shifted with his absent weight. with only your head on the pillow, you could feel him search around for his shirt, pull it over his head, head to the bathroom, grab his jacket, put on his socks, shoes.

then he came to your side. he tucked a strand of your hair away & kissed you goodbye, whispering against your hair. "next show. i promise."

he kissed your head one last time before he grabbed his cigs and lighter on the nightstand and headed out the door.

you hated that you were missing their first show on the road.

all 1,100 tickets were sold-out & it was gonna be packed to the brim. you were longing for nothing more than a good beer in your hand, an ounce of cocaine snuffed up your nose, & to watch the boys preform.

but of course, you had to forswear your sobriety & couldn't have any such thing.

when the california sun rose, your headache returned. suddenly it didn't feel so bad staying here.

you grunted, shifting upwards and out of bed. when you walked into the small kitchen (which was just a sink & minifridge) you poured yourself a glass of water before chucking some more tylenol and aspirin.

hopefully it wouldn't have an antagonistic effect.

as the pills trudged down your throat, an amplified flashback of your hangover came.

you fell,
kirk helped you up,
his warm hand in your jeans,

but then your mind fogged back up & you couldn't remember what happened next.

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it was late, around 1:00am.

as of now, the others were probably at the afterparty or signing, getting wasted & laid like the lucky bastards they were. you were sitting on the sofa, watching channel 7 and a monotoned female reporter.

"how come you've never made a move on me?"
"you're drunk y/n."

the remembrance of his voice resounded in your head. you regained the consciousness you lost in your blackout.

you could hear his voice, the sound of him holding his breath, remember his hand on yours so visually that you could practically feel it. everything came at once: the taxi, his lap, the gravel, his arms, his bed, his clothes.

before you even knew what you were doing, you scrambled from the couch, rushed for the phone on the wall, and dialed their bus number.

your heart was pounding through your head, up your heart, your stomach suddenly sick.

it rang once. twice. third ring with no luck then jon answered, "hello?"

you held the phone desperately close to your ear. "hey jon, is kirk around?"

"yeah he's in the back. something wrong at the hotel?" he asked.