-Hit the Lights- Lars Ulrich x (fem) Reader

"Get up lovey doves!" Kirk pokes at Lars and I who were cuddling on his bunk bed.

"Huh.." Lars looks up, I don't know how but Lars was now on me, he must've moved when I was sleeping and fell back asleep on my chest. I had my arm wrapped around him, the other in his hair. His hair is so soft..

"Goodmorning!" I say to Lars jokingly as I run my hands through Lars' hair, damnit, it's just so smooth and fluffy. "Morning.." Lars looks up, he's still clinging onto me, by my waist.. I love his hands on me.

He finally gets up and digs through his suitcase. "I need clothes that I could wear on stage can you help me choose?" he looks over to me. "Just pick a pair of pants, I know you'll play shirtless anyways." I lay on my side to face him.

"Can you grab me a new shirt or something out of my suitcase?" I sit up but lean back a bit. Lars looks through my suitcase and just seems to pause "umm..." he continues looking, "Oh did I accidentally leave my bra in that spot? That's probably what that was about."

Lars grabs a shirt out of my suitcase and chucks it at me. I quickly put it on when he's looking away.

I sit back a bit more knowing he's gonna change in front of me. He takes his sweater off and gives me it, I honestly wanted to wear it. It smelt like him which honestly isn't the best smell ever but you get used to it.

He takes his current long sleeved shirt off facing the other way, Im looking at his back again. His back is just so attractive.. "This good?" He asks me showing me and Ride the Lightning shirt. I just give him a simple thumbs up.

He finishes changing and leads me off the bus. The others were behind the bus grabbing all their stuff "What took you so long? You busy banging my best friend?" James shouts at us. I probably turned pink, Lars did too. I've never seen that happen to him at a joke James made. Kirk winks at me, trying to tell me he was right.

I head into Lars changing room, I don't get why they have separate ones it's not like they don't change in front of each other. But hey, that means I can stay with Lars, alone.

"Oh hey!" Lars walks into the changing room, I thought he knew I was here?

"I gotta shower... you staying or leaving?" he grabs a towel from the cabinet next to the shower. "I'll stay, if you're okay with it. I'll leave if you want me to." I tell him. "Stay!" he starts to take off his shirt.

Wait he has to get naked and I'm RIGHT here. Is he just gonna get fully naked, in front of me?

He takes off all his clothes but his boxers and just stands there, he wasn't signalling it or anything, but I looked away until he was in the shower.

The shower unfortunately was one of those ones with a blue curtain, couldn't see through. "So where you staying during the concert?" Lars asks me. "I'll probably stay here. I might go side stage. I don't feel like going in the crowd." I reply.

"You know if you want to be in the crowd you don't have to be front row. You can be further where people are slightly calmer." He tells me, "I know, don't feel like a crowd tonight though." He doesn't reply to me.

"Can you go in my bag and grab my shampoo and conditioner?" he peeks his head out of the curtain a bit. I get up and head to his suitcase, looking for what he requested. I grab it and bring him soap, yet it'll be useless but oh well.

I go over to the shower, He opens the curtain a bit too much, I didn't see anything good enough but I saw his torso. I look away embarrassed and hand him his stuff, running over to the couch and flopping on it, my face in my hands fighting back the urge to scream from how deeply in love with this man I am.

I hear the shower turn off, Lars grabs a towel and pulls it in the shower with him. I hear the curtain opening and immediately look over there, I think he knew I did...

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, pretty low. I loved it though. I wanted to see more.

He comes and sits down next to me. "Hey man you gotta come practice with us. Y/N you can come too." James bursts in. Lars nods and shoos Jams out of the room.

Lars stretches his arms out, and puts one over my shoulder. "I gotta go. You coming?" He looks over at me, I nod.

Lars puts on clothes and leads us to the practice room. His drums set in the back centre of the room, James microphone facing him. I take a seat in a chair near Lars. Kirk approaches me, I need to prepare for what cheesy thing he's gonna tell me.

"Tell him!!" Kirk shakes me by my shoulders, "No!! He's gotta tell me first!!" I shake my head. Kirk sighs and goes to Lars, what if he tells him??

"Lars tell her man!" Kirk tries to convince Lars now, "No! It's gonna ruin our friendship.. why would she like me back? Hm?" Lars leans against the wall crossing his arms. They both think they're being quiet, yet I can hear them loud and clear.

"Oh come on you both suck!" Kirk shrugs and goes back to James telling him about Lars and I. I look at Lars who looked at me at the same time, Kirk and James aren't gonna shut up about this, ever.

They whisper to each other for a bit, "Can we start playin?!" Lars ask seeming annoyed. They play a few songs, I assume ones that are on the set list.

skip time.

"Good luck!" I tell Lars as he's about to leave the room, "Wait!" I pull Lars back into the room. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and shut the door. He's probably shocked. I wish I could've seen his reaction. I wish I could tell Kirk.

I can hear them start their first song, song after another. Sitting here all concert is actually pretty boring. I take out my phone and see if there's anything interesting I can do, but there's nothing. I look over to the sweater Lars threw to me. I really liked that sweater.

I quickly grabbed it and put it on, I needed to. It was so comfy and smelt exactly like Lars... I lay down on the couch I was laying on hoping to fall asleep, but probably not cause of all the sleeping I've done today.

time skip again to after show cause idk what to write 💀💀💀

"We were awesome!" I hear Lars shout from outside. I woke up but didn't open my eyes. Lars barges in to the room and pauses, "Oh hey Lars! Good show?" I get up. He's looking at a region under my neck. "Lars?"

"Hm? Sorry. Just got distracted. You look good in my clothes." He starts to walk over to me, holding me by the waist.