Between us ~ Martin Garrix

chapter nine - wake up

(Lily's POV)

I yawned into the late night shift, the air blissfully cool blowing through the cosy pub. I rested my elbows on the empty bar, my chin upon my hands.
"Look it's Martin!" I heard a familie male voice call. I shot my tired eyes back open, flicking my gaze speedily around the room for the boy.
"Thought that might wake you up," Lester nudged me, giggling. I slapped his arm playfully, slightly disheartened. Even though I'd only seen him hours ago, I was clearly getting some withdrawal symptoms from him.
"Very funny," I scowled, playfully sticking my tongue out at him.
"I know," He smirked back, putting the last few taps back on from where he'd been cleaning them.
"It's late anyway, why don't you get home?" He eventually offered.
"Are you sure?" I questioned, aware there was still an hour until the pub closed, even though it was already fairly deserted.
"Of course, you've had a busy day to say the least," Lester nudged me. I smirked, nodding. I headed to the back room to collect my phone and coat, before saying goodnight to the two men and beginning my quick walk home.

"Lily, wake up," I heard a familiar whisper in my ear, the hairs down the back of my neck standing up as the chill of winter breeze escaped into my bedroom through the draft in the window.
"Why are you here?" I responded, too afraid to open my eyes. My voice croaked slightly, shivering in the night.
"That's not the welcome I expected from my daughter," his stern voice grew closer as his breath froze to my ear.
"Why would I want to welcome you?" I slowly opened my eyes, noticing a broad silhouette infront of me. While the room was in darkness, I still couldn't miss his unmistakable face, riddled with sharp features and a concerning lack of remorse. "Please leave,"
As I attempted to protect myself, I noticed him move closer to my face, his teeth beginning to growl.
"Don't you fucking dare talk to me like that," his creamy tar teeth gritted as he scowled at me. I felt a tear fall down my icy cheeks, knowing what was coming as his silhouette changed slightly. His arm flinched from by his side, to now above his head, and now swinging towards me.

I sat bolt up right, trying to catch my breath as I acknowledged the emptiness of my safe room. He wasn't here, I was safe. I was alone. I didn't want to be alone. I was scared. He haunted my childhood, and my memories, and now my dreams. I swung my legs over the edge of my cosy bed, reaching for my phone to distract myself.

I threw Martins hoodie on, making my way to the living room. It was 3:38am, and I was not in a position to continue sleeping. I switched my cosy lighting on, throwing myself on the sofa and beginning to scroll social media. I noticed Martin was online, and had just posted a photo from what I assumed was a show he did tonight. Quickly, I liked the photo and continued scrolling. Within minutes, I noticed a message come through.
'Direct message : @ martingarrix - why are you up at this time?!' The message read. I smiled to myself, before beginning to respond.
' I had another bad dream, and no big spoon to help tonight ' I responded with some humour yet confidence.
'Direct message : @ Martingarrix - i'm on my way baby spoon.'