Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Twelve

Martijn's POV:

"Fuck no!", I muttered to myself and began to bite my nails again, a habit that I unfortunately couldn't get rid off.

I clicked on the little triangle on my computer screen and let the track play one more time, realizing that it still didn't seem to be good enough in my opinion. I shook my head and erased the element I added only seconds ago.

Music was the only thing that I was a perfectionist about. If one single thing didn't harmonize with the whole song, I was able to delete it completely and start from the beginning. I also could edit one track for a couple of hours, even the whole night.

I usually loved working when I'm alone but today was just definitely not my day. It was Sunday and I lost the sense of time after few hours of working, but at the moment it seemed like I wasn't able to concentrate on my computer.

I pulled out my mobile phone, unlocking it as the clock read 11:42. I sighed and stared at the notifications that informed me of all the stuff I missed.

31 unread messaged, 8 missed phone calls.

I clicked on the envelope to open the file and noticed that most of the messages were from my mother, some were sent by friends. I moaned loudly and locked my phone again. I definitely had no time for this shit now.

It has been some days after Chloé stomped off out of my apartment but somehow this thing couldn't get out of my head. Whenever I closed my eyes I saw Chloé's face: her red lightly swollen lips, her blue eyes that reminded me so much of the ocean and her long dark blonde hair.

My mind drifted off to her again, thinking of if she just completely forgot about me.

Of course she forgot about you, shithead.

Images from the night in the club filled my head and I couldn't stop the small smile forming on my lips. The way she moved her body against mine, she looked so self confident and arousing. And the way she looked at me, her eyes sparkling in the pale moon light.

She was just drunk, no way she would do this stuff if she was sober.

Of course. It was just the fact that she had one too many drinks and I was the only guy she knew for couple of days, that's it.

A sudden door bell brought me back to reality as I noticed I was staring at the computer monitor for some minutes now.

Stop thinking about Chloé. It's better for the both of us if she's living with her parents in Amstelveen anyways.

Why were I even thinking of her? She wasn't that special and besides I could have every girl I wanted. All I need to do is to smirk at one chick and they fall to my feet, it's that easy for me.

I heard a second bell as I realized it's actually the one for my apartment. I stood up and made my way towards the door, unlocking it and opening it in one swift movement. My eyes immediately met some blue ones that were wet with tears and I knew that there was no way I could look somewhere else.

"Martijn? I need you."

Those three words had an effect I hoped I would never experience again in my life.

Short chapter, but I decided to split up this scene and update already! All I can tell you is that there will be a little plot twist and Martijn will have to deal with his past ;) I'm back at home so I hope I can update more recently now for you! Btw, thank you all so much for your comments and votes, you're the best! If you liked this chapter, please vote and comment your opinion, thanks! :)