Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Eight

Martijn's POV:

I grabbed Chloé's small hand and felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading out in my stomach. Huh. The fuck is this?

I tried to ignore this feeling as we made our way downstairs and I opened the big entrance door of the grey apartment complex for Chloé. She smiled genuinely, exiting the building ahead of me.

The warm air hit me from all of a sudden, the heat was really unusual for Amsterdam's spring. I immediately regretted to take my black leather jacket with me.

"Where are you taking me to?", Chloé asked shyly, her blue eyes shining so bright like never before. They looked like they captured the clear water of a complete ocean, light grey sprinkles dancing inside of her iris like little waves.

"You'll see.", I said and smirked down at her. She really wasn't as small as I thought, we differed in only few inches.

We walked down the street, across the alley full of maples, as I already could read the sign of my favourite café, not far from the place where we were at the moment.

I opened the door for Chloé the second time this day, she thanked me and entered the cosy café.

"What do you want to drink?", I asked, leading her to a table in the corner.

She sat down on the chair after taking off her trench coat and thought for a while.

"Surprise me again, Garritsen.", she finally said, a big smile forming on her face.

I laughed and went ordering two chocolate cappuccinos and a large piece of apple pie for each of us. I balanced the plates to the table where we were sitting and sat down, shoving her coffee and cake in front of her.

"So how did I deserve this?", Chloé asked, fumbling around with her fingers.

"What?", I asked bluntly while I took a sip of the hot beverage.

"The cake and coffee and", she hesitated for a second, "your good mood."

"I don't know.", I shrugged. "I just thought since we're living together now, we should get to know each other a bit better."

"Oh." Chloé looked at me with her big blue eyes, obviously surprised by what I just said to her.

"So can I ask you few things?", I asked, a sudden nervousness building up in my body.

"Sure.", she smiled, a strand of her dark blonde hair falling into her face. I felt the urge to lean towards her and put it back.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I nodded, biting my bottom lip while I considered what to start with.

"Do you have a boyfriend?", I bursted out.

Congratulations Martijn, way to go!

I internally facepalmed myself when Chloé began to shift on her chair and looked down at the coffee mug in her hands.

"I never had one.", she finally said. Her face turned into a shade of red and I would just love to slap myself for this stupid question.

"That's not a big deal.", I tried to comfort her, smiling at her as she met my gaze.

"Do you?"

I laughed weakly. "No, I'm not playing for your team."

"I meant a girlfriend."

I coughed and run my hand through my hair, a habit that I had whenever I was nervous or felt uncomfortable.

"No,...not anymore."

"Oh okay.", she began to eat her apple pie, waiting for my next question.

"Do you like the Netherlands?"

She smiled again, nodding her head eagerly. "I like the architecture of Amsterdam. But I didn't get to know a lot yet."

"I could take you somewhere.", I replied, shoving a piece of the cake in my mouth.

"If you want to, of course.", I added sheepishly, scratching my neck.

Damn, what is just happening with me?

"I'd love to." Chloé rested her chin on her hands and looked at me again. It felt so unbelievably weird, her eyes fascinated me, dragged me into them so I couldn't break the eye contact.

After a minute of just staring at each other, I broke the silence and cleared my throat.

"What's your favourite food?"

She giggled and I swear it was the cutest sound I ever heard in my entire life.

Someone has a crush.

Ew no.

"I have too many!", she replied. "I think pasta is my personal number one. What about you?"

I didn't even have to think twice.

"Pizza!"

Chloé laughed at my excitement and soon I joined her.

"See, we have a lot in common.", I said. "We both love Italian cuisine."

She nodded, stopped for a second and seemed to think of something, but then continued nodding and looked up at me.

"Is something wrong?", I asked.

"No, I just miss Miami a little bit.", she answered, biting on her lip again.

I tried to think of something that could cheer her up since I understood her homesickness. Whenever I was on tour for a longer time, I started to miss even small things like my pillow or people talking Dutch at the streets.

Suddenly an idea came up in my mind.

"You know what? We should go out tonight.", I licked my upper lip and smirked at her. "You're going to get to know Amsterdam tonight."

"What?", Chloé asked confusedly. "What do you mean?"

"I remembered that there's a cool party tonight at a club and you said you didn't have the chance to see something of this city so why not start now?"

Chloé thought of my offer, and fortunately nodded lightly.

"But I need to go home and dress up.", she stated, looking down at her blue shirt.

"What about I'll just pick you up at 8pm?"

"Yes, sounds great!", she smiled while I couldn't stop staring at her heart shaped lips.

Weird ending. Anyways, the next chapter will be set at the party, what do you guys think will happen? And now I'm craving pizza, so I'll leave you all by yourselves with that chapter :P thanks again for all your votes and comments, they make me so happy!!