Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Six

Chloé's POV:

It's been two days since the dinner that kind of changed my life.

Literally.

It was an usual evening in April, the sun came out too early this day for my taste and was still shining like there was no tomorrow.

Today I should help Martin with moving in to his new own apartment, which should be called 'home' from now on.

I talked to my parents that eventful night after the Garritsens left. To say I was shocked would be a joke. I tried to recall all possible arguments contra moving in with a boy that was conceited and well, still a stranger to me. But my parents seemed to be confident that moving in with him would help me to forget about Miami and start a new interesting life.

"You'll just help him settle down and be a good friend, Chloé. And besides, it would help us a lot since we have to check so many things, you know honey, so try it out for your last week of vacations at least.", my mum started to explain. I nodded like the good girl I was, and bit my bottom lip.

Now I was sitting on the front seat of mum's new car, enjoying the silence before I had to deal with this random guy on my own. I sighed and looked out of the window. Bikes, bikes, bikes and oh bikes everywhere.

At least Amsterdam wasn't that far away from Amstelveen, so it was possible for me to visit my parents whenever I wanted to.

"Did you take something for the night?", mum broke the silence. I shook my head and looked at her with a glare.

"Are you being serious now?" She expected me to sleep at his apartment already?

She gave me a quick confused look, her eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"Yes honey, I thought we told you we're not at home tonight.", she stated, stopping at a red light.

"You didn't!" I almost cried because of how ridiculous this whole situation was. What the heck should I wear then for the night?!

She rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply before answering me. "Um, sorry sweetheart, me and dad have so many things on our minds."

Her eyes were fixed on the small street in front of us, as the streetlight turned green and soon we arrived at a huge glass complex while I pouted with my arms crossed in front of my chest.

My mum fumbled around with a small piece of paper, unfolding it and checking the street name standing on a sign few metres in front of the building, comparing it with the one written on the white card in her hands.

"This is it.", she said, smiling briefly and waiting for any reaction from me.

I hesitated for a second, unsure of what to do exactly. "Um, okay mum have fun on your date or whatever you and dad want to do today. You'll pick me up tomorrow?"

"Me and dad need to check something in the morning but message me when anything is wrong, okay?" She seemed so artificial happy, trying to smile her usual smile but instead it looked like a false grimace on her tired face. I got out of the car, shutting the door behind me, not bothering my mother's weird behavior lately.

Mum waved for goodbye one last time before leaving me in front of the grey complex alone.

I slowly opened the massive door and was being greeted by a loud ping with what the elevator opened its doors and let me out on the fourth floor where Martin's apartment should be located according to mum's information.

I walked out, finding myself at a long hallway.

329, I thought, looking around at the golden plates hanging on each door.