Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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"Pleeeeeease," 

"Mel, do you realize that you're asking if you can go on a trip with me and my boyfriend? Even if you are going to leave us alone like you keep saying you are, you aren't aloud to have your own hotel room, you're too young, and I'm certainly not going to let you walk all alone in New York, you're 16!"

"I'm not going to be alone, I'll be with Martin!" I replied, following her around in the kitchen.

"Mel..." She trailed off as she stopped walking, turning my way.

"Please Kylie, it's the first time I've ever felt that way about a guy, and he sort of feels the same way, I think. This would mean so much to me, you can't even imagine, I can't drive yet, but if I could, trust me I wouldn't need your help with this. I know I ask for a lot right now, but I promise I won't annoy you guys, you won't even know I'm there. And for the room problem, I can ask mom to reserve it for me, that way they won't know I'm not 18! Please Mel, this is a really big opportunity for me," 

"Fine. But if I regret this, I'm taking you back. I do not care if we're 8 hours away from home, I'm driving you back, understood?"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I replied, jumping in her arms as she tried to get out of my grip.

"Don't get too excited, you still need to get mom's approval!" she replied, leaving the kitchen.

"Right." I replied, as my smile slowly faded. 

This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.

 

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I looked down at my plate, playing with its content with my fork, waiting for the perfect moment to ask my mother about New-York. The usual uncomfortable silence was surrounding us as the only detectable sound was the sound of our forks connecting with the plates. I looked up from my food and scanned my parent's expression. They seemed calm, unusually calm.

Kylie was scrolling down her phone, occasionally grabbing food with her fork.

I cleared my throat, as my parents' eyes turned to me.

I gently smiled and put down my fork, ready to ask them about New-York. I was starting to stress out. What if they don't allow me to go? What if I can't find any way to go? I already told Martin I would be there.

"Can I go to New-York with Kylie and Ryan for New-Year's Eve?" I asked out of no where, extremely fast. I think it was too fast for them to understand.

My mother simply raised her eyebrow at me, slowly turning to my father, with a confused expression. I rolled my eyes and inhaled before asking them a little slower this time.

"May I go to New-York with Kylie and Ryan for New-Year's Eve?" I asked again, this time much slower.

"Yes,"

"Please I- wait what?" 

"Yes, you may go," my mother repeated, pouring wine in her glass.

I gasped, turning to my sister who simply shrugged, smiling. I must've missed something. My parents never say yes that easily, especially not for something as big as going to New-York without them. I stood there not saying a word, my mother looking at me like I was somehow making her uncomfortable by not saying anything, and my sister was totally ignoring the conversation we were having and was laughing silently to herself at something on her phone. I started to wonder when my parents were going to tell me they weren't being serious and that I couldn't go, but the moment never came.

"I-I don't really understand..." I trailed off, smiling awkwardly.

"What don't you understand? The answer is yes," my mother replied as if it was obvious, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Ok... So you're willing to make a reservation for me pretending I'm 18 to sleep on my own in an hotel room?"

"Yes, why not?"

Ok! I was going to pretend I understood what the heck was going on and not question her about her sudden change of attitude before she changes her mind and turns back to being too strict. I didn't know what was happening, but I was certainly enjoying it. I decided to change the subject before she realizes what she just agreed to, trying as hard as I could to keep myself from grinning like an idiot.


 

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I got inside my sister's car and fastened my seatbelt, immediately taking out my headphones and plugged them to my phone to listen to my tracks to make sure they were perfect for tomorrow. Obviously, I still had no idea in which order I would play them, and how I would mix them or something, I was still new to this whole thing and I didn't want to seem unprofessional, which could be hard considering I'm a 16 year old girl and I'm supposed to get on stage after freaking Hardwell. 

The car ride was extremely long, we left around 10 a.m. which meant we would be in New-York around 6 p.m. and I honestly couldn't wait to get out of the car. My sister was blabbering about how she was going to buy so many cute outfits and even though my music was pretty freaking loud, I could still hear her squeal every time she mentioned the word 'shopping', and it was pretty funny actually to see her free hand move in the air as if she was trying to emphasize her point, while her other hand was holding the steering wheel tightly. Ryan was just nodding, listening to her. He occasionally glanced back at me, and I narrowed my eyes at him every time.  

What's his problem?


I watched a couple of movies, I took a nap, and once I finally saw huge skyscrapers I realized we were there soon. The car was also slowing down because of the traffic, and honks were heard now and then. We were definitely getting a lot closer, and I was getting this funny feeling in my stomach as if I was suddenly regretting coming here in the first place. My heart was racing as the buildings were getting bigger. The sun was slowly going down, and the bright lights were slowly starting to light up every corner of the city.

My sister slowed down her car, getting in an underground parking. Once she parked the car, I rushed out of the car to stretch my legs. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the elevators. 

Each time I get into an elevator I remember that that's how I met Martin and I need to try my hardest to wipe that stupid grin off my face. As soon as the doors opened, the huge lobby was now all I was focusing on. It was gorgeous and just by looking at the furniture you could tell it was a really expensive hotel. There was this huge chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, which illuminated the room perfectly. My sister made her way towards the front desk and I could still hear the sound of her heels against the floor as she stopped to wait in line while I was still admiring the room we were in. 

"Hey," a familiar voice said behind me, and I instantly smiled knowing who it was.

I turned around to meet a grinning Martin and I smiled to myself at how adorable he was. He texted me when I was in my sister's car asking what my hotel was so that he could come and say hi, and he really did. He was actually staying at the same hotel, and I was secretly hoping his room would be on the same floor as mine. I don't know if it was a coincidence or not that we were in the same hotel, but I was sure not going to complain about it. I mean, this hotel is huge and extremely fancy, which explains why celebrities could come here.


I grinned, before bringing my suitcase closer, "Hey, I'm sorry I never got the chance to thank you for the flowers I-


He suddenly narrowed his eyes, confused, before cutting me off.
"What flowers?"

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