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83.Lars Ulrich // some kind of monster

This chap is a fluff/argumentative one, about Y/n and Lars getting into an argument on tour, 1992 tours, you mope in bed all night while Lars takes his anger out in the concert, but comes back to the hotel to confess something
Argumentative
Y/n's pov

"You just can't do that, Lars! You can't get mad at me for not agreeing that you should get shit faced right before a concert or after and come back to the hotel room trashing it and almost getting arrested!!" I yell at Lars.

He groaned and lazily points at me with a Jack Daniels bottle in hand, "You know what? I'm going to the concert, I'm gonna perform and I'm going to get shit faced. We're in fucking Las Vegas! Of course I'm going to fucking get drunk and have fun! Let me live!!" He yells back and storms to the door.

"Don't you walk out on me! Lars Ulrich, we're engaged and I can't stand to be hurting this much because you're immature ass wants to ignore my concerns and do whatever you want! I'm afraid you're fucking other women after the shows or before! You're so distant and I hate it that you only beg for me when you're calling me to bail you out of fucking jail!!"

He then glared at me and left, slamming the door behind him. I began to shut down as I gripped my hair and began to sob while hyperventilating. I looked out at the city with its light glowing and the moon was up in the sky. Why couldn't Lars just listen? Every time I try to talk with him he always ignores me. I know he's still hurting from Cliff but it he's told me countless times that he's moved on...I think everyone in the band knows they still miss him and haven't moved on.

•••Lars' pov•••

I walked into the stadium and grabbed my drum sticks as Hetfield came to me with his girlfriend, Francesca.

"Lars? Where's Y/n?"

I scoff, "Her? Fucking hell, I don't want to see her right now."

Francesca scoffed, "Why not? What happened?"

"She keeps in nagging me about getting drunk and getting arrested, also saying I can't keep getting shit faced before or after a concert, basically saying I can't ever get drunk."

Francesca sighed, "That's not what she's implying. I understand now she can feel because me and James have had that discussion but she must just feel overwhelmed or insecure or she's overthinking. She loves you. You two have been engaged since '85, before Cliff-"

I stopped her with tears threatening my eyes, "Don't ever say his name-"

"Ulrich, don't talk to my fucking girlfriend like that!" Hetfield sternly said to me.

I sighed and shook my head, "I had sex last night."

James paused, "Why do we need to know about you and Y/n having sex?"

I shake my head, "No...no, it wasn't...it wasn't with Y/n. It was with a groupie."

James covered his mouth and began to walk away but came back as he covered his face and sighed. Francesca's mouth was hung open as she just sighed and walked away.

"Lars!? What the fuck were you thinking!?"

I began to cry, "I wasn't thinking!! Okay?! I was piss drunk and at the club with Hammett and Newsted! They got laid and this random chick came up to me and all I remember is waking up naked and in bed with her!"

James sat next to me and covered his face more as I felt guilty.

"Lars...what happened next?" He asked me.

I sighed, "I-...I got up and I left...fuck, Y/n is never going to forgive me. She's going to call off the engagement, she's going to leave me and I'm going to be all alone again- fuck!!" I belted and smashed the Jack Daniels bottle on the ground.

Francesca then came back and held my hand, "Hey, the show is going on in 35 and Kirk is coming your guys's way to record. Do you want me to tell him not now?"

I nod as she ran off and James hugged me, "Buddy, we're all hurting. Cliff is still in our hearts and we miss him deeply...Y/n does too. They were best friends. But we can't hold onto that grief forever...especially not taking it out on our loved ones. Take it out on the drums or in therapy or whatever else will free you."

I smiled a little, "You're my fucking therapist."

He laughed a little, "But remember, you still have to confront Y/n about the groupie-"

"Lars?"

I felt my heart stop as I looked up and saw Y/n walking through the crowds of backstage works and pyrotechnics until she saw me.

"Lars?" She said again and rushed to me before hugging me.

I hugged her back, feeling a sensation of relief and guilt overcome me. I looked at James as he gave me a look before getting up and leaving. I sighed and parted from her as she wiped away my tears.

"Lars, what's the matter?" She asked with her eyes red too.

I felt my heart break knowing I broke hers. I sighed and looked down while holding her hands with the tape on my fingers feeling scratchy. I couldn't hold back the tears, thinking of last night and then going back to Y/n that night and seeing her in bed...I couldn't help that I had sex with someone who isn't her. I began to break down as she sat by me and just held me. And even though Cliff's death was 6 years ago, I still couldn't believe that he was gone.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong."

I looked at her and shake my head, "You'll hate me for it. You'll hate me and leave me and I just feel so fucking pathetic for what happened...."

She paused and faced me, "What happened?"

I sniffled, "I got piss drunk the other night...I went to a club with Kirk and Jason and it turned form hanging out, drinking, into then getting laid by strippers...but this groupie came to me and just got on me and then all I can remember is waking up in a bed, naked with her... fuck, I'm so so so so so sorry Y/n, I didn't know what was happening, I was also smoking pot and it just happened. I got up when I woke up and left as fast as I could."

Y/n stayed silent and held her face in her hands as I saw her body twitch a little, trying not to cry.

"Heyyy, Lars."

I looked up and saw the same groupie with her slutty leather short skirt on, fishnets, black heels, a cropped tight latex top, and wild hair with wild makeup.

"Get the fuck out of here!!" I yell.

Y/n shot her head up and saw the groupie, "Did you fuck my Fiancé?! You fucking whore!"

She scoffed, "What about it? I'll do it again."

I noticed Y/n shoot up from her seat and slap the shit out of the groupie, making her fall before getting on top of her and beating her ass.

"Y/n!! Stop!!!" Francesca yelled and ran over to her.

That's when James and Security guards ran over and pulled them apart as Y/n was screaming her head off at the groupie while the groupie was sobbing and had a bloody face.

"Fuck you, you fucking cunt!!" Y/n screamed as I quickly got up and told the security guard to let Y/n go.

I brought Y/n away from everything as she looked at me and then slapped me. I held my stinging cheek as she began to cry.

"I love you so much, Lars, but don't ever do that again! I don't care what it is, I'm sorry that happened but don't ever let it happen again."

I nod as she hugged and tight, so I hugged her back.

"You really kicked her ass, baby...and I'm sorry again."

She nods, "I forgive you..."

This wasn't how I expected tonight to go but I'm glad she still loves me and wants to be with me...I love her too much to lose her and to give up on her, she's mine and if anyone touches her, they're fucking dead. I love my future wife, she's perfect.