Between us ~ Martin Garrix

Chapter five - catch trains, not feelings

(From Martijn's POV for abit!)

Hesitantly, I placed my large hand on the pit of her back assuringly and guided her through the darkened entrance into my studio building. All of the artists I usually worked with were elsewhere for a change - the whole studio to myself. I stopped for a moment in the hall way, noticing Lily had taken a minute to look around.
"This place is incredible!" She gasped, her brown eyed gaze hopping from the sofas, to the kitchen area, to the decorations and photos. I smiled, allowing her to enjoy the moment.
"I'm glad you think so. We all worked super hard for this place" I nodded, also taking a second to appreciate the building. I continued to take her through to the studio room I was working in today - my favourite room. The lights were a reddish purple glow and the room filled with electrical equipment, and a sofa at the very back. "Make yourself comfortable," I told the young girl, gesturing to the sofa at the back. "I won't be too long. I've got this one song to finish rendering, then I'll take you back so you're not late for Lester."
"Thank you," she laughed, taking a seat. "How do you know Lester?" Lily queried after a short pause.
"It's a small enough place, you'll always find someone you know. But to be precise, my good friend Louis went to photography school with him," I told her, soon becoming engrossed in opening my laptop back up.
"Wow, I never knew Lester was a photographer!" Lily laughed. She was a sweet girl, I didn't know why but I enjoyed her company, even though I hardly knew her. We continued chatting in the background for a while when a thought hit me. I quickly turned around on my chair to face her.
"I'm so sorry, I've just realised how rude I am! You need to dry off or you'll catch a cold! Stay here," I patted her shoulder, which was still soaking through her coat, and exited the room before she could add anything. Quickly, I ran upstairs and to my smal dressing room, where I left clothes in case I was travelling straight to a show from here. I grabbed the first hoodie I came to, which happened to be a black 'stmpd records' hoodie that I had worn earlier on in the day. I'm sure she wouldn't mind - it was dry and warm after all. I reached for a clean towel and began to run down the stairs and back along the corridor to Studio 5.
"Here," I sat on the sofa next to her and gently placed the grey fleece towel around her shoulders. She turned to face me, making eye contact for a brief second before I saw her flinch and move away slightly.
"You really didn't need to do this, thank you Martin," she smiled, shivering under the towel.
"Of course I do, I can't let you freeze!" I laughed with a genuine smile, watching as she squeezed the ends of her brunette hair with the towel.
"Here," I placed the hoodie down next to her and began to walk back over to the laptop. I heard her giggle slightly, which was somewhat heart warming.
After moments of finishing my work, i shut the lid to my laptop and took a big stretch, before turning my chair to face Lily.
"You look adorable," I laughed, acknowledging her soggy coat had been replaced by my jumper which was incredibly oversized on the petite human. She smiled broadly, covering her face slightly with the sleeve.
"Come on then, let's get you back before Lester shoots me," I giggled, offering my hand to help pull Lily off the sofa that she was comfortably lying across. She accepted my offer and placed her soft hand in mine, letting me pull her back onto her feet. Her hair was somewhat dry in long waves now, and her natural looking makeup still somehow flawless. She was an attractive girl for sure. She released from my hand as soon as we reached the corridor, which was longer than I had expected her to keep hold of it for anyway. We headed to the front door and noticed the rain had not eased even slightly, pelting the blacked out glass door.
"Wait," I stepped back into the warmth of the foyer, reaching for my phone out of my pocket.
"Louis, are you busy my friend? I could use a lift into Zaandam," I spoke to him down the phone.
"Dude when will you get your own license?! On my way," he laughed down the line.
"Thanks brother," I smiled back. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard him speak again.
"Why are you going to Zaandam again? Is it to meet that girl?!" He excitedly spoke down the phone. Quickly, I blushed and hung up the phone, unsure how much Lily had heard of this conversation. She seemed distracted on her own phone, luckily.

Within minutes, Louis pulled up in the car park, his blue sports car being punished by the weather also. I turned to Lily to ensure she was ready to race the rain to the car, which she was. We both threw our hoods up and ran the short distance to Louis' car. Usually I'd have jumped straight in the front seat, but I didn't want Lily to feel awkward, so I climbed into the back next to her.
"Lou, this is my friend Lily," i introduced them once we were sheltered in the safety of the car.
"Good to meet you Lily," Louis politely turned from the drivers seat to smile to her.
"And you! So you know Lester?" She began conversation with him. They continued to talk for a lot of the journey, before we reached the familiar pub shortly.
"Thank you so much for the lift, Louis!" Lily called into the front of the car as we pulled up.
"And thank you Martin for the company and help!" She quietly, almost shyly turned and told me.
"Anytime! I hope I'll see you soon," I offered her my open arms for a hug, which she willingly pushed herself into. And soon after, she hopped out of the car and into the cosy pub.