Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Three

Martijn's POV:

"Thank you Ultra! See you next year!", I screamed into the microphone, waving my left hand one last time and looking at the big ass crowd.

Damn, tonight was amazing! I loved this festival for many reasons: the energy going out from the crowd was just incredible, the area was beautiful and I liked the weather. Or maybe the fact that girls wore not too much, mostly only bikinis and hotpants.

I grinned inwardly as I jumped from the DJ booth and my eyes met with the girl ones. I still didn't know shit about her since I met her just about one hour ago but at least I knew her name.

"Did you enjoy my show, Chloé?", I asked her and smirked automatically. She laughed quietly and nodded her head as she looked down on the floor again.

That was the perfect time to check out her body, I thought. She was definitely smaller than me, in a good shape but not too skinny. She wore grey hotpants and a loose blue shirt that matched the colour of her eyes perfectly. Her hair was a dark shade of blonde that framed her small head perfectly.

She seemed not to be like the other fangirls and although she dressed up in a pretty sexy way she didn't look slutty at all.
I thought back of the girls I used to know and compared their make up faces with Chloé's natural one.

Just as I was about to ask her if she minded going back to the backstage room with me, my manager walked all the way from the other stage to me and reminded me of my upcoming interviews for some radio stations here in Miami and the official Ultra website.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about that.", I mumbled and caught Chloé's attention.

"I'm sorry?", she asked and smiled genuinely at me.

I didn't know what to tell her. I felt more and more time pressure since I had to go through so many things today.

In this moment I felt a high pitched sqeak and skinny arms flew around my neck. I groaned mentally as it got to me it could only be one person: Ashlee.

"Martybabe, you were sooooo amazing! Have you seen me in the front row? I was dancing just the way you like it, you know like I showed you last night.", the platinum blonde girl began to babble.

I quickly looked over at Chloé, her face unreadable and expressionless.

"The sightseeing tour is over. You can go now.", I blurted out angrily.

Her eyes looked shocked at first but then her face expression changed into disappointment.

"Um okay. It was nice to meet you.", she smiled for the last time and didn't even mind to look back as she went through a big crowd of people.

Great, I fucked up again.

"You can piss off now, Ashlee.", I spat as I let go of her.

"But call me later, cutie.", she winked as if she didn't just get rejected and walked off on her neon pink high heels.

I massaged my temples and felt hungry as fuck. I didn't think I had the time to go buy and eat some little snack before all my appointments started though.

"Martin!"

I turned around to where someone was calling me and recognized a familiar person. It could be only one of the Americans of my team. Every Dutch person would call me by my real name, Martijn, but it's obviously too difficult to pronounce for foreigners.

"Your interview starts in two minutes!", my manager shouted out and pointed at his watch.

I breathed out and jogged all the way to the interviewing place we agreed on.

Here we fucking go.

Chloé's POV:

"Stupid Dutch shithead.", I mumbled while packing the rest of my clothes in a big box.

"Manipulating girls." I threw some of my summer tops into the box and tried to calm myself down.

Yesterday I felt like on a rollercoaster ride. I didn't have the feeling of being a 'bad girl' soon again after this accident the day before. Not even my friends could believe me. Besides the fact that I met one of my idols, nothing interesting happened this evening.

And now it was my last day in Miami. Tomorrow I would be in Europe, beginning a completely new life.

Talking of idols, I seriously doubted that he was such a charming boy like they showed him in interviews.

But you liked the way he held your hand and smiled at you.

No, definitely not.

Sure.

I groaned and tried to clear my head again.

At the latest when I'm in my new home in the Netherlands I will forget all about Martin Garrix.

Short chapter? Well, I didn't know what else to add to this so yeah my fault :P I just wanted to say that this is like a pre-story, the next chapter will be set in the Netherlands after Chloé and her parents moved. I hope you all will like this chapter and the upcoming ones too! Feedback is (as always) welcome! :D so please read, vote and comment if you like it!