Love drove me crazy // James Hetfield

10. why am i like this

Short chap.

As I was back in my hotel room and rinsed the salt water off me and washed it out of my hair, I kept refreshing the surfing trip in my head.

James surfing was so attractive.

I smiled form the thoughts but shook them away as I finished showering and got out. I got dressed into PJS and then went to bed.

••• next morning // December 9th, 2005

I woke up to my phone buzzing. I checked it and noticed a text message from Roman.

Ding!

Roman:
Hey! Good morning Y/n! How was the show last night? I didn't get to watch it unfortunately.

Me:
It was a blast! Even after the show it was fun. My entire night was fun

Roman:
Nice, nice, well, class is starting, I should go. Bye.

Me:
Bye

I turned my phone off and checked the date. Wednesday. The day to go home. I finally got all of my things together but my phone began to ring. I checked and it was Roman.

I sigh, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/n. Today, you're coming back home?"

I nod, "Yeah. I am."

"Okay, because text me when you get home and send me your address. I have something for you," Roman says and chuckled.

I nod, "Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and gathered my things and left to meet up with dad, James, Lars, and Robert down in the lobby. When I was in the lobby, I saw them waiting as dad was the first to notice me.

"Morning, rockstar," he says.

I smiled and hugged him, "Morning, dad. Morning James, Lars and Robert."

"Morning," Lars and Robert say in unison.

"Morning," James says in a rather groggy tone.

I looked at him, "What's up with your throat?" I ask as we began to leave to the tour bus outside.

He shrugs and loads his things up, "I think from singing and yelling a lot. But I'm okay."

I nod as we got on and took ours seats before leaving.

"All right! Who wants breakfast?" Lars asked.

Everyone said 'yes', including me. We all were starving apparently. So as we picked up some breakfast from a breakfast place, we began to eat our food and it was gooooood. I looked out the window but then looked back at James. He seemed so pretty in the sun. That's when he looked at me so I looked away. I tried to shake off the fact that I found him attractive but in a romantic way. Not a friendly way. I couldn't think like this, it was wrong.

"Y/n, how'd you sleep last night after surfing?" James asked and took a bite of bacon.

I nod, "I slept like a baby. Which it was hard getting up in the morning because I slept so well."

James laughed, "Me too. Surfing always wears me out but in a good way."

I nod and lean back in my seat, "I also get what you mean when you say your voice is kinda tired after shows, same with mine."

He nods, "I can hear it, sweetheart."

I blushed and looked down at my food before looking up at him, "Thanks for allowing me to have these opportunities. It means a lot."

He smiled, "Of course. I'm happy to give you those opportunities."

I smiled again as James flicked a piece of paper at me which made me giggle. I opened it and then saw writing in it.

"You look so beautiful today"

•••

When we all got back home to San Francisco, I helped carry luggage back into the studio as their manager ranted to them about the success of the small little tour. But I was focused on James, how he walked, how his muscles contorted when he lifted up heavy things or even when he moved...it was attractive and I knew it was risky to think like that. I don't know how to stop it but what I do know is that I might be genuinely attracted to James that I want him. I tried to shake the feeling away as I then carried in with my day.