Rockstar oneshots :)

Why: James Hetfield

Hello everyone so this is the first OFFICIAL oneshot I've wrote. So I hope you like it a little bit, and please do give feedback I would love to know what you peeps are thinking 😁

Willow pov

They always tell you never trust a rockstar with your heart, they'll just break it. I wish I had listened, but I didn't. Now I'm sitting on the couch, tears in my eyes, my coffee in my shaky hand.

I had met James in high school a couple years back. He was a sweet boy and I hated that others didn't see him the way I saw him. I remember sneaking into clubs just to watch him play, letting him sneak into my room when he need a place to sleep, the bands first actual concert outside of the bars gigs that they had gotten the years and months before. I was there for it all. I was a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on when no one else cared. I thought of him as the love of my life, the person I would grow old with, marry, hell I would have even had his children if he asked me. I thought he felt that way too, that's what he said at least. But words are just words. And I never should have gotten my hopes up.

I was ripped out of thought by the front door swinging open. I stood up so fast my leg moved the side of the table closest to me.

"Hey Willow, darling wh-," he started to say before I cut him off.

"How long?" the tears started to flood my eyes.

"What," he questioned, furrowing his brows.

"How, long James? Don't play dumb."

"I don't know what your tal-."

"How long have you been sleeping with her?"

My sadness turned to anger as he stood there in front of me with his mouth open a jar, his eyes as big as golf balls. He looked at me knowing he had been caught.He stood there like he had something to say but he kept his mouth shut, and that pissed me off.

"God will you say something! Please just tell me something anything, I'm fucking begging you don't just stand there looking at me like that!"

"Im sorry Willow," was all he could say, he looked down like he was too ashamed to look me in the eyes.

"You're sorry? You're sorry! Are you fucking kidding me! Out of all the thinks you can say to me and all you can say is sorry? Don't you have an explanation, a reason for doing it."

"I don't- I don't know why."

We stood there for a second, him looking at the floor underneath him as I trying to hold my composure. The tears were hot, but felt cold compare to my burning hot face.

"Did I do something wrong? What did I do that would make you do this, James? I'm mean, I've stayed my your side this whole time. I've done everything I can do to help you and help the band as a whole. And this is what you do to me? Come on man, what is wrong with you!" I snapped turning away from him," What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I put my head in my hands finally letting the emotions take over. I can't do this, I can't even look at him it hurts to much. I only know a little bit of what happened, I don't think my heart can take anymore then that. I turn around to look at him one last time. He's still staring at the floor, I can tell his eyes are red but I can't see any of the tears.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this James, being in a relationship with you. I get that you're a rockstar you have a career that you are building, and I'm so proud of you for that. You have a bright future ahead of you, but I know that in that future we are just strangers that once knew each other. I love you James, but I just can't do this. I wish you well, as hard as that is to say. I'll be back at some point to get all my shit from here."

I go and get my suitcase that I had packed before our argument. When I reached the front door James voice stopped me.

"Im really sorry Willow. I never meant to hurt you like this," he had moved from his spot next to the door and was now sitting on the couch looking at me, the tears in his eyes made me remember the 17 year old boy I had fallen in love with, not the 20 year old that had just broken my heart . It made me want to stay and just hold him in my arms, tell him it's ok and we can work it out. But that wouldn't be fair to me. For once I was gonna do something for myself. So I walked out the door with my suitcase, looking at the apartment that him and me had shared so many memories in. A tear rolled down my check as I turned on the car and left everything I had known.