Metallica Imagines

Enter Sandman- Kirk Hammett

Yes yes I know having the tittle as one of their popular songs may seem poserish, but shush! You'll enjoy the reason I chose it once you read. Oh and I don't own Metallica or their song so credits to them!

You were at home waiting for Kirk to come home from the studio. He was in a famous band called Metallica. Currently, they were recording for their new album "Metallica", but you just called it the black album cause that's what the cover was. All black, a semi faded Metallica logo, and a snake. The band showed you the cover art a while ago when they were deciding what to call it. Back to now, you were thinking what is keeping him. He wanted to watch a movie with you when he came back and promised to be back home early. You looked at the time on your watch. It was 11:30. James and Lars are probably keeping him if they brought in beer. If they did, he usually arrives home late, you thought. You went to the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through channels on the tv with the remote as a pastime activity, hoping he will arrive soon.

Kirk's POV:
Shit. It's 11:30. I promised them I'll be back home early. I didn't know we were recording for that long. "And that's a rap boys!"
Our producer yelled. All of us were pretty tired. James seemed like he had other plans though for later. Me, Jason, and James went to put our guitars up while Lars, well I didn't know what he was doing. My main goal was to get home to my lover. After I put my guitar away, I headed towards the door. James stopped me.
"Aren't you going to stay with us for some drinks?" he asked, his face was full of beads of sweat.
It seemed like his beard was glistening.
"Sorry but no. I made a promise."
He simply just nodded.
"Ok, tell them I said hi."
With that and a pat on my back, he went to the others. Lars was already getting drunk. I then left to go to my car and go home. I know Y/N is gonna be disappointed when I get home. I'm barely home anymore and we rarely get to actually do things together. The music industry sure like to take a toll onto a person's life, but hey, I made that decision myself. No one else I can blame here. After a few minutes, I arrived home.

Narrator POV:
You heard a car pull up to the drive way. You knew it was Kirk finally coming home. You couldn't decide if you were relieved or upset with him. This is the 3rd time this happened this week. Having plans to do something and him never showing up. You got up from the couch and went to the door. You opened the door to find your boyfriend. Messy hair and all. He smiled sheepishly. You didn't say anything and headed to your room. He closed the door behind him as he followed you. You got yourself into bed and went under the covers, facing away from him. He sighed.
"Baby, I'm sorry. We lost track of time," he said, pulling his hair behind his ears.
"No, you lost track of time," you replied.
He didn't say anything. He walked away and pulled out something from the drawer and went to bathroom. Probably going to take a shower.

Your eyes began to water as thoughts rushed through your brain. Ever since Kirk joined Metallica, it's like he's never there anymore. But you couldn't blame him. That's what he choose to do and you supported home nothing the less. You just shook your head and closed your eyes, which lead to a tear. Which that lead to more tears. You felt an indent in the bed from behind. It was Kirk. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms around you, as his head was placed on your shoulder. He felt one of your tears go down your face, as hit his nose. You knew he felt it and immediately wiped your face. He said nothing. Just sighed. He started sing, feeling his breath hit you ear. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. And never mind that noise you heard," he began.
You knew what he was singing instantly. A couple days ago when you were visiting the studio, you heard them recording it. Kirk didn't sing it loud like James did. Instead, it was gentle and was more of whisper.
"It's just the beast under your bed," he continued.
"In your closet, in your head," you finished.
He chuckled and kissed your neck.
"I'm sorry baby."
"Mhm. Lucky I can't get mad at you for long." He chuckled at the statement.
"Well since tomorrow is Saturday, and I don't have to be at the studio, I'm doing whatever you have planned. To make up," he stated, placing a kiss on your cheek this time. "Anything?"
"Anything," he replied.
"But for now, let's go to sleep," he said turning the lamp off on his side. He kissed your cheek again.

"Good night baby."

Probably made grammar mistakes or something on here cause I'm half awake typing this so yeah. Like it you like it, you don't, you don't. Just glad you read it at least.