Won't let you go ~ Martin Garrix

Part two

"Amsterdam, are You ready?!" The DJ, who Sienna now knew was 'Julian Jordan' called through his microphone, the whole crowd jumping to the rhythm as the lights flickered in patterns around the packed room. It was undeniable that the three girls were feeling the effects of the drinks they had already had, but they were all on top of the world.
"This guy is so good," Sienna smiled, screaming in Georgie and Bella's ears.
"You think he's good, wait until you hear Martin! He's on next!" Georgie shouted over the music in response.
"Who?" Sienna laughed back to her.
"Martin Garrix! Surely you must have heard of him?!" Bella gasped, her eyes not settling on Sienna as her gaze flicked to the handsome young DJ on the stage, the display of lights and her best friends.
"No idea," Si laughed, swilling her drink in her mouth as she stumbled slightly.

The girls continued their night out, listening to the music of Julian Jordan until the next DJ, one of the worlds biggest and one of Bells and Georgië's favourites, still unknown in Sienna's drunk eyes, came on. They all danced and cheered, getting more and more wasted by the second.
"Amsterdam i fucking love you guys!" Martin's husky voice echoed through the microphone as he praised with his hands, jumping behind the booth in the darkness and exiting the stage.
"He was good, and hot," Sienna giggled, the girls all agreeing.

A little while later, the party was dying down somewhat, when all of a sudden Sienna felt a familiar feeling in her stomach, and then her throat, and then her mouth. She rushed out of the main door and into the cold night air of the Amsterdam street, hunching over the pavement. At that moment, she purely regretted the insane amount of alcohol she had consumed that night as it all came back out of her.
"Gross," she whispered To herself, perching on the curb and cradling her stomach.
"Hey, are you ok? Would you like some water?" She heard someone ask from behind her.
"I'm good thanks, just drank a little too much," she sniggered, not moving her head from the droopy position it was in.
"Are you sure? You don't look too good. Here, take my jacket," the same voice came nearer to her, footsteps following until she felt a presence sat next to her on the curb. She moved her eyes finally to look at him, although her vision was still somewhat blurry. He was an attractive man - aqua blue eyes with tinges of grey or green framed by thick dark eyebrows that matched his messy brunette hair. He wore a simple black t shirt, black jeans and some chunky trainers, a black bomber style jacket in his hand as he tested it over Siennas shoulders. Their eyes locked for a split second, before Sienna began feeling ill again.
"Urgh, I don't feel good," she placed her hands in front of her face, giggling to herself slightly. Had she been sober, she would have been insanely embarrassed for a handsome young man to see her in this state. But nothing mattered in that moment, apart from how sick she felt. The guy quickly knelt up off the curb, using his hands behind her head to pull her hair out of her face as she was once again unwell.
"Thank you," she sighed, laying back on the pavement afterwards, her head on his lap.
"Hey no need to thank me, how about we get you home?" He asked caringly, not yet letting go of her hair and twirling it through his fingers. Sienna stopped for a minute, opening her eyes and looking up to him.
"Are you coming home with me? I don't even know you, you could be a mass murderer," she lowered her eyebrows, somehow thinking straight in the moment. The boy sniggered, shaking his head as he looked at her.
"That's a fair point, maybe I should find who you came here with and let them take you. But just so you know, I'm not a mass murderer. I'm just Martijn, and I just want to help," he shrugged. Sienna kept her eyes on him for a moment, thinking about his words. She recognised him slightly, and his voice, but even so she was not going home with a random guy just because he was hot and she was drunk. Almost on queue, Sienna heard another familie voice.
"You ready, Ennie? Fuck sake girl, look at the state of you," Georgië's chuckling voice became apparent as her and Bella approached the curb.
"Are you guys her friends? I think she'll need some help getting home, she won't stop being sick," Martijn concerningly told the girls, looking back at their friend in a mess on the pavement.
"Really? I can't pull anyone and she pulls looking like that?! Screw you sienna!" Bella slurred drunkenly, causing a middle finger from her friend on the floor.
"Yeah, we're her friends, we'll take her back now. Thanks for taking care of her, Martin. Wait, what the fuck?! Martin Garrix?!" Georgië's eyes were wide as she comprehended what she was seeing, the boy chuckling slightly with a blush.
"I'm not on stage anymore, I'm just Martijn," he shrugged, turning to Ennie and helping her get to her feet with his arm around her shoulder which was still covered by his jacket.
"Hope she gets hope safe, have a good night girls," He left the girl in the safe hands of her friends, watching them all stumble off into the darkness with a smirk on his face.