Nothing Else Matters (Klars)

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Part 2

Dedicated to @posering (Wah)
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Lars musn't have heard the door opening because he continued.

However, he did hear the door shutting a few seconds later. He lifted his head off, swallowed (nearly choked) and then turned to look at the door.

"I thought I heard the door shutting" he said in a confused voice, furrowing his eyebrows.

Explaining what happened was so embarrassing.

"Uhh..yeah..the doctor kinda..uhh.. "

"Saw?" He asked, with a tinge* of panic in his voice.

"Yeah but-" I started

"FUCK! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE? Now everyone's going to know! Just imagine what the press will write about us! And what about James?? He's gonna kick you out of the fucking band!"

Ĺars was furious. His yelling could probably be heard from miles away. The entire hospital must have heard it.

I was beginning to panic as well. What if Lars was right? What if James would kick me out? And what would the newspapers and magazines and news stations say?

" Lars Ulrich caught getting it on fellow band member Kirk Hammett"

I shivered.

James walked in.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He was almost shouting. He looked angry.

"W-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered. I prayed silently that James didn't know. But of course he did. Why else would he barge in here like that?

"Some lady just came up and told me you", he looked pointedly at Lars, "was Sucking his dick" he looked at me now.

"Uhh.. n-no...we were... just talking" Lars replied, scratching the back of his head nervously.

" She must have confused us with other people" I added, smiling awkwardly.

"if you were just talking , why is Kirk standing here, and not lying in the bed, huh?" He was beginning to irritate me.

I tries to open my mouth to speak but my mind wad blank.

"I KNEW IT!" He shouted, "Goddamnn homosexuals!" .

"What's so wrong with being gay?" I whispered. I gazed at the floor as my eyes watered.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
James asked, not lowering his voice in the slightest.

"Noth-" I began, but Lars pulled me out of the room before I could finish. He picked me up and ran downstairs, sprinted past the reception and out onto the parking lot, then dumped me in the passenger's seat in his car and started driving away from the hospital.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

-"I don't know. "

"Lars! We can't just run away from our problems! "

- " Yes we can." He insisted, "and we will."