Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Four

Chloé's POV:

"Chloé, could you come down and help me with the food?", my mum yelled from the kitchen.

We moved to Amstelveen, an average Dutch city, two weeks ago. School would begin in one week for me which meant I had some free time for myself until then.

My parents kept telling me that I could get to know the culture and some new people in that time but all I did in the last two weeks was unpacking my things, decorating my new room and reading some lectures.

As I already said before, I was definitely not the most outgoing person. I prefered a chilled out evening watching movies and stuffing popcorn in my mouth over a full crowded party night. Unless it was a nice festival but I would lie if I said I went to one everyday or at least once a week.

The weird thing was nothing has really changed since moving out. My dad still worked as a lawyer and my mum found a job as a shop assistant, like she used to back in Miami.

But one thing was a bit suspicious: my parents seemed to be too happy. The first days in our new house they laughed and talked nonstop whenever I was around them. Nevertheless, today should be a normal day as always.

Should be.

I groaned and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I found my mum looking like she wanted to join a modelling company. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt, matching high heels and a red satin blouse that looked really good on her tanned skin.

She smiled her usual smile and shook her head when she saw me. "Honey, wear something nice. We have guests today, our neighbours."

I frowned and tried to remember any hints my mum might leave me that someone was coming over this day but couldn't find anything in any corner of my head.

"What neighbours?", I asked, helping her with the expensive plates in her hands.

"The ones that live next door. The man is working with your dad. We told you a lot about them, Chloé!", she said reproachfully and took a bottle of red wine out of the refrigerator.

"Oh.", I simply said, faintly remembering a few facts: it was a married couple around the age of my parents and they had kids. How many, I couldn't remember anymore.

"Get upstairs and dress up for the dinner now! They should be here any minute so hurry up.", she ordered and carried on with decorating the massive wooden table.

I snorted, but did what she told me to.

In the moment I glanced over at the big mirror that was standing across my room and was pretty content with my appearance for once. I put up my dark blonde hair to a high pony tail and used just a bit of make-up as always. My blue eyes were highlighted by the coal black mascara and eyeliner which was a great contrast to my faded pink glossed lips.
I decided to wear a romantic black lace dress I bought few weeks ago in Miami.

I sighed at the thought of home. Well, my old home. The place where I was born and raised, where I met my friends and went to school.

Suddenly I heard a ring and my mum squeaking.

Great, let the fun begin, I thought sarcastically and went downstairs.

As I reached one of the last stairs, I could make out two male and one female silhouettes. The older man shook my dad's hand while my mum laughed with the woman.

The parents, I guessed and squinted at the third person. First, all I could see was his brown ruffled hair because of his father standing right in front of his not that tall figure.

"Come down, Chloé, don't be shy and meet the Garritsen family.", my mum smiled and gestured me to come closer.

Hm, I thought, familiar surname.

I took the last steps and was greeted by a intensive wave of cool aftershave but I tried to concentrate on the man in front of me, shaking my hand and smiling genuinely. The woman did the same but got interrupted by my dad inviting all of us to the table. They laughed and let me and the boy, who didn't move one step until this moment, staying at the place we were before.

I gulped and tried to be friendly and greet him too as he said nothing at all so I reached out my hand to him, cautiously peering at the boy's clothes, unable to meet his gaze. Firstly I looked at his red shoes, black jeans, lifting my eyes more and more, a grey shirt, and finally I met the boy's eyes and hit it me like a bomb. I've already seen this shade of green somewhere.

Martin Garrix.

He smirked like he did when we first met and shook my hand. His touch felt so soft but so strong at the same time and I felt an unfamiliar warmth in my stomach.

"You're the Ultra girl.", he said and ran his fingers through his hair.

I nodded simply before an awkward silence broke out between us. All I could think of was this intoxicating smell of peppermint that came from his direction.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry as fuck and your mum better have some cooking skills or I'll let you pay for it.", he broke the silence and entered the dining room.

And I thought I would never meet this guy in my whole life again.

Wow, that chapter was boring, wasn't it? But I promise: there will be a hopefully great plot twist in the next chapter! And I know I suck at describing feelings and people :P again: read, vote and comment! It really makes my day when I see notifications of new fans and THANK YOU SO MUCH! I seriously doubt that this story could be good enough and yeah I should stop talking now :D