Between us ~ Martin Garrix

chapter eight - just a fantasy

(Lily's POV)

After such an awkward encounter with Dennis, we decided to call it a night as it was getting late. Martin didn't want to get a taxi or the train at this time, and I couldn't drive yet so we decided he'd stay over. But of course, being the respectful gentleman he is, nothing was to happen and he was happy to sleep on the sofa bed. Honestly, I was slightly sad about this - not that I wanted anything to happen yet, but who doesn't want to snuggle under the patter of rain with your childhood crush?

"Goodnight Lils," I heard him shout from the living room.
"Night, Martijn," I responded with a yawn. I had swapped my loungewear for a simple oversized top and my underwear, my hair falling messily and face bare. Martin was just in his underwear too, but only because in the spontaneity of him sleeping over, he hadn't got alternative night wear.

My eyes flung open in pounding breathlessness, as the darkness enclosed me, assuring me it was still night time. I sat upright in bed, trying to shake the dream off, but shuddered as I struggled. It was too vivid, too real. I sniffed, my head in my hands.
"Lily? Are you ok?" I heard a friendly voice groan in sleepiness from a close proximity. In my state of confusion, I had forgotten Martin was even here, and so seeing his figure silhouetted in the door way made me jump.
"I'm fine, just a bad dream," I sniffed, a smile trying to break through. The last thing I wanted to do was appear a psychopath to the boy, especially when it was so rare I had these dreams anymore.
"You don't seem fine, do you want to talk about it? Do I need to fight some monsters or robbers off?" He raised his fists in humour as he perched himself of the end of my bed. I laughed back.
"Honestly it's nothing I just have nightmares sometimes," I assured him, nodding. It was so much more than that, though. My half concious mind simply couldn't process that he hadn't followed me here, his anger ridden face bellowing over my small presence, his tar stained teeth grimacing through his evil smile and deep black eyes filled with no remorse. I shuddered, forgetting how safe I actually was as I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek. It was pitch black, so I was assured my new friend wouldn't have noticed.
"Ok, if you're sure, but you know where I am if you need anything," he kindly spoke with a sigh.
"Martin," I whispered, not letting him here the shiver in my voice. He turned from the doorway to face me.
"Stay with me."

(Martin's POV)

I didn't sleep much that night. Not that I didn't enjoy comforting Lily, but more worry. She lay her head against my chest and I could feel warm puddles forming against my skin as she 'slept'. I held my arms tight around her, staring at the blackness of the ceiling. My mind raised with thoughts in this situation - I had only knew her a few weeks and I already felt this insane level of connection that purely terrified me. I'd never had luck with feelings, and I was bound to deny any I ever had. But this was different. I didn't know what was upsetting her so much, nor did I want to pressure her to tell me. After all, she hardly knew me too. But I knew it ached my heart strings to see her struggling. I fiddled with the ends of her brown hair as she peacefully lay against me. I had the urge to protect this girl, to hold her for eternity and smother her in love.

I woke up the following morning in a completely different position to i had remembered falling asleep in; my arms blanketed around the girl as the back of her body rested against my front. I sighed, embracing her sweet smell and trying desperately not to move.
"Good morning, big spoon," a sleepy mutter adorably exited her mouth as she relaxed into my hold. I felt my body warm with her words and smirked to myself.
"Morning baby spoon," I continued to hold her, rubbing her side with my thumb as she laughed.
"That's not what it is, you can't have a baby spoon," she giggled, rolling over still in my embrace, so her face was now facing mine, her deep brown eyes looking into my own gaze as her perfectly natural skin glowed.
"Well you can now," I shrugged, smirking. In the moment, we both simply lay in silence, looking at eachother. It could've been the perfect moment to show her how I felt, but I couldn't do that whilst not knowing how she felt. And I was sure it wasn't how I felt.
"What?" She shyly asked, obviously acknowledging the lack of distraction from my view.
"Nothing," I replied, still refusing to remove my eyes from the flawless human. It was absolutely a moment you'd find in a movie, or a dream, or a fantasy. The snow lightly drifted from the blankets of paper clouds, delicately embracing everything in its way into a shimmering white. Yet lying in this cosy bed, under numerous blankets and the warmth of her, everything felt perfect. Her chocolate eyes skimmed down my face, before they landed subtly on my lips. Was this it? Was she about to kiss me? My heart fluttered. Maybe she did feel the same. The moment was brutally interrupted as my phone rang, causing us both to jolt back into reality. I sighed, sitting up in the bed and reaching for my phone that I had placed on the bedside table in the early hours.
"Morning Louis," I spoke, trying not to sound too disappointed.
"Dude where are you? Watse said you left early yesterday and haven't been back since and I just went to yours and you weren't there are you good?" He rapidly hummed down the phone.
"Chill brother, I'm fine, I came to my friends then the weather got super bad so I stayed the night," I told him, watching as Lily continued to lay peacefully, my free hand playing with her hair. Louis remained silent for a minute and I knew I was about to get questioned.
"What friend? You don't have friends?! Atleast not friends that we don't know," he questioned like a protective partner. I laughed, Lily also sniggering at his comment.
"Wow thanks brother, you know Lily anyway," I told him, my cheeks burning up.
"You stayed at Lily's house?! You said friend, not girlfriend!" He almost shouted in excitement down the phone and I knew she also heard this. I looked down to her shaking my head in laughter, Lily quietly laughing.
"She's not my girlfriend and she is laughing at you right now,"
"Don't be jealous, Louis," Lily playfully shouted down the phone, sitting up next to me.
"Oh my god are you guys in bed together? Either that or you're sat very close? This is most exciting!" He continued and we both first in to laughter.
"I'll see you later, Lou," I laughed before hanging up the phone.
"Sorry about him," I told her, placing my phone back on the bedside table.
"Don't be, he's funny, I like him," she replied with a smile, stretching in bed.