Metallica one shots and headcannons

A romantic dinner... with some unexpected events (Lars Ulrich one shot)

You and Lars go at dinner but some unexsptected happen...

I checked my clock for the fifth in the last ten minutes. He still not arrived. Seriously? He was late. Again. I glanced at the door of the restaurant, my fingers tapping against the table in mild irritation. The flickering candle on the table did little to soothe my mood. Just as I was about to stand up, I saw him rushing through the entrance. "Hey, sorry, babe!" He said, hurrying over to our table, looking slightly out of breath. "Traffic was insane." I raised an eyebrow. "You said that last time too." "I mean it this time," he grinned sheepishly, and gives me a quick kiss and then sat across from me. "By the way, you look amazing." I couldn't help but smile at his charm though I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're lucky you're cute." We chatted for a while, laughing about our day, and just as things were settling into a nice rhythm, the waiter appeared. Tall, with a slick smile that I didn't like from the get-go. He glances at me first- no, stared and flashed a grin that felt just too friendly. "Well, good evening," he said, his voice smooth. "I must say, ma'am, you're looking absolutely stunning tonight." I blinked, caught off guard. "Uh, thank you." From across the table, I say Lars'eyes narrow. He leaned forward slightly, clearing his throat.

 "Yeah, she does. Thanks. We're ready to order." The waiter didn't seem to get the hint. Instead, he continued smiling at me, barely acknowledging my boyfriend. "So, what can I get for you, miss?" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, glancing at Lars, whose jaw was clenched just a bit too tight. "I'll have the salmon," I said quickly. "And for you, sir?" The waiter asked, almost as an afterthought. "Spaghetti," my boyfriend said, shooting the waiter a glance. "Thanks." The waiter finally left, and I could feel the tension ease a little. "You okay?" I asked, holding back a laugh. "Oh, I'm fine," he replied, the sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Not like I exist or anything." I laughed softly. "Come on, don't be jealous of a waiter." "I'm not jealous, " he muttered. "He's just...doing his job too enthusiastically." When our food arrived, things were quiet for a moment. That was, until Lars started his spaghetti. I cringed as the slurping noises echoed through the restaurant. People wee turning their heads, and I could feel my face heating up. I kicked his leg under the table. "Stop it!" He gave me an innocent look.

 "What?" "You're being loud," I hissed. "I'm just enjoying my food." "Yeah, I know you're enjoying your food a little bit too much" I whispered, but I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. He grinned mischievously, slurping the next bite even louder. I shot him a glare, but inside I was laughing. By the time we finished, we were heading to the checkout. I reached for my bag, and that's when he froze, eyes widening in panic. "What's happened?" I asked. "I...I forgot my wallet." I blinked at him. "You're joking, right?" "I'm not," he whispered, rubbing his forehead. "I swear I brought it, but I must've left it at home." I sighed, laughing under my breath. "It's fine, I'll pay." As we made our way to the cashier, he looked embarrassed, standing behind me sheepishly while I pulled out my card. The woman at the counter, though, didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was suddenly all smiles, her eyes gleaming as she rang up our bill. "No worries at all," she said, batting her lashes at him.

 "It happens to the best of us. You're lucky to have such a beautiful woman with you." I felt the sharp sting of jealousy rise in my chest. The audacity. As she handed him the receipt, her fingers lightly brushed his hand. That was it. I stepped forward, my smile as sharp as a knife. "Thanks" I said coolly, taking the receipt from her before she could flirt anymore. "I've gog him covered." The cashier blinked at me, her smile faltering just slightly. Good. I linked my arm through his and pulled him toward the door. Outside, the cool night air hit us, and I sighed in relief. "That was...eventful." He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't believe I forgot my wallet. I'm so sorry. I wanted to treat you tonight." "Hey, it's fine," I smiled at him. "I don't mind. You don't always have to pay." He suddenly brightened. "Wait here, I'll run home and grab it. If I don't pay you for dinner, the least I can do is buy you an ice cream." Before I could protest, he sprinted off. I shook my head, laughing at how ridiculous the night had turned out.

 But, true to his word, he came back minutes later, wallet in hand. We walked down the street, sharing an ice cream and laughing about the dinner incident. As we reached the park, the mood shifted. The soft glow of the streetlights, the gentle rustle of the leaves, the quiet of the night, it was perfect. He turned to me, his smile softer now. "Thanks for putting up with me tonight." I raised an eyebrow. "I don't know why I do." "Because you love me," he teased, leaning closer. "Maybe." He tilted his head, his gaze locking with mine. "Just maybe?". I laughed, but before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me softly. The world seemed to pause for a moment, and all the chaos from the night melted away. It was just us, standing in the middle of the park, under the stars. When we pulled away, he grinned. "You know, this is the best part of the night." I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. "Yeah, it is."