Won't let you go ~ Martin Garrix

Part three

"You ready to go, brother?" Louis approached Martijn, who still stood with his gaze in the same position, having not moved for minutes.
"Gross, you were sick?" He continues, glancing at the pavement in front of the man.
"No, I wasn't," he turned around to finally face his best friend, who just gave him a confused look.
"You had a jacket on when we left, how have you lost that already? And why is there sick everywhere? What have I missed?" He continued, folding his arms.
"Well i was just coming out to get in the car and this girl was throwing up and she was like really drunk and shivering so I gave her my jacket and stayed with her until her friends showed up, that's all," Martijn shrugged, rubbing his own arms in the cold and the absence of his jacket.
"You pulled, you mean?" Louis raised his eyebrows playfully.
"God know! I was just looking out for her, I would have with anyone in that situation!" Martin continued. Silence fell for a few seconds as though they were both deep in thought, before Watse spoke from around the corner.
"In the car, team, looks like it's going to rain," he looked to the pitch black sky, directing the guys to the black BMW.

The following morning, Sienna woke up to a bright light in her room.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Georgie laughed from the window where she cheerily opened the blinds, revealing the whole city being sodden by typical Dutch rain drops.
"Urgh why is it so bright?" Sienna moaned, throwing a pillow over her face.
"No time for that, we have class in an hour, and you stink of vodka and sick," Georgie continued, diving onto her friends bed with some abnormal amount of energy.
"Hang on, how did you even get in to my apartment?! How did I even get in?! Why am I still dressed? Oh god don't tell me my makeups still on," Sienna stressed, hoisting herself up in bed.
"I got in because we had to bring you back last night, then we stayed round because you were in a bad state, we weren't going to get you naked and you flopped on your bed so yes you are still dressed, and yes you do still have makeup on."

Sienna trudged in to the bathroom, squinting at the light. As she looked into the mirror, her hair was still styled, her curtain bangs falling out the front, her makeup was almost perfectly in place, apart from round her nose and a few smudges under her eyes. And then she noticed her outfit.
"What the fuck?!" She looked down, acknowledging she wasn't wearing her own jacket.
"G?!" She called to her friend, who came rushing in.
"Is this your jacket? I've never seen it before in my life?" The girl laughed, lifting her arms and noticing how oversized it was on her.
"Ah, nope that's, urm, someone else's jacket," she began, leaning against the bathroom doorway with a smirk. Sienna simply raised her eyebrows, asking with her eyes for an explanation.
"Fine so you were like really throwing up and being gross in the street and we came out to find you and Martin Garrix, you know the DJ that was playing last night, was out there with you holding your hair back and you had his jacket around your shoulders," Bella entered the room also, spilling the tea. Sienna's jaw dropped, purely embarrassed she had got herself into such a humiliating situation, but also in disbelief she had the Garrix's jacket on. She couldn't deny, it smelt good. Really good. Like masculine chocolate mixed with a comforting cinnamon.
"Fuck my life."