REQUESTED BY: @the-a-word-2214 - not sure if this is what you wanted but this is the only inspiration i've had in days so it'll have to do :) hope you like it!
IMAGINE: tour stops in paris are always nice
WARNINGS: —
WORD COUNT: 683
PRONOUNS: she/her ***
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y/n stood on the balcony, leaning up against the cool metal railing as she over looked the city. the streets many story's below her buzzing with night life. the air around her encased her in a warm embrace as she took slow, drawn out drags of her cigarette. the buzz from the wine she had earlier that night slowly fading, allowing her to fully experience the euphoria of this moment.
her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of james wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin lightly on her right shoulder. she flinched slightly, startled by the sudden physical contact, but quickly relaxed again once she realized it was only her boyfriend.
"sorry," he apologized lowly, the vibrations of his voice up against her neck causing goosebumps to arise on her skin. she stayed silent, budding her cigarette out on the metal railing before letting it drop to the concrete floor of the balcony. her now free right hand traveled down, resting on james' tan forearm.
"its beautiful here," she spoke barely above a whisper so only james could hear her, though he was the only one around to hear it.
"i know, you should've seen the view from the hotel room i got last time i was here," he said in a low tone, placing a kiss at the base of her neck before continuing. "you would've lost it." he finished, knowing she was a sucker for good views. she hummed in response, the comfortable silence returning as the young couple just continued to take in the moment.
as they stood together in silence, they were simultaneously thinking about the same thing. the long journey it took them to arrive to this moment. a moment where they could stand together just enjoying each other's presence.
y/n had met james years ago, before anyone knew what 'metallica' was. before kirk was even in the band and they were still playing with dave. she had accompanied a friend of hers to a house party where they were going to be playing. this friend of hers had a new found infatuation with their dutch drummer and had insisted that y/n come along to try and find herself a new muse.
once they had finished their set and their music was replaced by that of a mix-tape, y/n found herself sitting on the back porch of the house in an attempt to sober up some before she had to face her mom when she arrived back home. james, just wanting to get some fresh air, ended up joining her back there. they shared a cigarette or two and just talked about their night so far.
after a while the conversation had merged into something far different, instead discussing their lives at large. their fears and worries, their dreams, their accomplishments. she quickly became a friend of the band, attending their rehearsals and gigs regularly.
but even then, they didn't get together immediately. it was a long winding path to this point, watching one another go through many failed relationships due to the fact that they were never enough. that was until, of course, they realized the one they wanted was right in front of their face the whole time.
the confession was messy too, james showing up to her apartment at nearly three in the morning after breaking up with his girlfriend, and telling y/n he was in love with her. from then on out they were inseparable. y/n accompanying them on tour and spending every waking moment with james. for what she hoped was the rest of her life.
——— i'm sorry it's so short, i'm working through some serious writers block rn and i've been super slammed w school stuff and family shit. none the less the hope you enjoyed it. :)
