The only way is up

Chapter 11: a special friday

Martin's POV:

- Friday -

The week went by and Emma and me are like staring as crazy people to each other, but nothing special happened. I sat in my last class as the bell rang. Fuck yes. I finally came up with a plan to make it up to Emma. I walked to my locker and called Scooter, my manager. "Hey man, is that show i had tonight still on?" I began. He said yes and i asked if i could bring someone. Scooter was cool with it, gave me the info i needed for tonight and we said our goodbyes. Since i was on my break i barely did shows. But this one in Miami was a good opportunity to let the fans listen to my new music. I hope they liked it. I saw Emma and ran to her. "Hey Em" i started the conversation. She gave me a little smile and asked what's up. "I want to make it up to you. please give me a chance" i said. She sighed. "Okay, what do you want to do?" She agreed. Fuck yes, she gave me a chance. I probably smiled from ear to ear, but couldn't care less. "It's a suprise, but you should pack your suitcase. I'm picking you up at 8 pm, can you text me your adress?" i said and smiled. She looked weird at me but then said okay.
I called Watse to get the jet ready for tonight and book an extra hotelroom for Em. Don't think she wants to sleep in the same hotelroom since the movie night.

Emma's POV:

I came back from school and packed my Ted Baker suitcase. A shirt to sleep in, a little black bodycon dress, and a simple top + jeans, make up, straightener + brush and a filled toiletry bag. Yes i was ready.
I dressed myself in some sweatpants and a white loose top.
Since it was just 5 pm i decided to take a nap, i was exhausted.

The doorbell rang and i slowly woke up. I walked down the stairs, kind of disorientated what was going on. I opened the door and saw Martin. Wtf?.. He said hey and i asked what he was already doing here since it probably was like 7 pm. I checked my watch to confirm my guess but then saw it was 8 pm. Fuck. "O my god i'm sorry, i fell asleep and yeah fuck, geez i'm so sorry" i blurted. He laughed. Wtf why was he not mad? "It's okay, we don't have an exact time to be there. And actually, your outfit is kind of appropriate as well" he smirked. I looked at him, confused. " Now grab your suitcase. We have a flight to catch" he winked. "You are joking right?" I laughed, kind of worried. He told me not and i stressed big time. I ran upstairs and grabbed my suitcase. Martin just watched some family pictures in the hallway. I quickly pulled my hair in a messy ponytail and slipped on my adidas superstars. I ran to my closit and decided to take my Michael Kors crossbody with me. I filled it with my essentials and walked downstairs back to Martin. He saw me struggling with my suitcase on the stairs, he ran up and literally pulled it out of my hands. He overhanded it to the driver and he putted it in the Range Rover. "Hey i could just do it myself perfectly fine, you know" i said kind of offended. He gave me a peck on my cheek. "But i wanted to do it for you" . When we walked outside, shut the door and then walked to the car, i realized how fucking cute it was, and got less offended. I started to like him. Fuck.

The driver started to drive and i thought about the fact the house is all empty now. Mom and dad were on a business trip and Rosa had an exchange project and was in Germany right now. They didn't even know about this surprise thing of Martin.