You and I (A Martin Garrix Romantic Fanfic)

The Summertime Ball Performance

Charlotte's POV:

I stood excitedly in the Golden Circle at Wembley Stadium, for the Summertime Ball. I had been standing there for around 4 hours already, and my back ached with pain, but the amazing acts I had seen so far had brightened my spirits.

I flicked through the glossy programme, and spotted the name Martin Garrix in bold letters. I glanced at the picture underneath it, and saw an incredibly handsome man, with clear blue eyes, that tranced you immediately.

I had heard of this guy before, and his tunes. They were the tunes that got stuck in your head for days on end, that left you hating them after playing them for 10 hours in a row. But 'Animals' never got old. It was an amazing beat.

I heard some girls around me frantically whisper, 'Martin Garrix is on next! OMG, he's SO hot!'

I smirked to myself. He couldn't be that hot, could he? Well, let's wait and see.

Martin's POV:

I anxiously stood backstage, my white headphones tucked under my arm. Breathe in, breathe out. 80,000 people wasn't a massive number. Although this was one of my biggest gigs, I could always perform to 100,000.

After the short little break and the sing-a-long happened, I heard my little clip appear. It displayed some of my achievements, and stated that I was only 19.

The manager of the show directed me to a little platform where my equipment was already arranged, and then I felt myself slowly moving up, rising from beneath the ground to the stage. I heard a roar of approval coming from the crowd and I sighed. I knew there was nothing to be worried about. These guys are making me feel comfortable. Now I have to rock it.

Charlotte's POV:

He appeared from beneath the ground, and everyone around me seemed to go wild for him. I cheered and clapped, excited to see what tunes he was going to mix up. He waved happily to the crowd, before screaming into the microphone, "IT'S AN HONOUR TO BE HERE! LET'S GO WEMBLEY!"

I LOVED his Dutch accent, I found it adorable. He started to tap around on his equipment and an awesome tune blared through the speakers. The crowd screamed, and he added more tunes and more mixes. It was an amazing performance. After about 20 minutes of these amazing tunes, that had everyone's hands in the air and jumping madly, he left his discs and strolled down the catwalk, jumping enthusiastically. He must be so knackered after all that jumping. But, he still carried on, and people either side of me screamed and screamed for him. I was right at the front of the golden circle, and I was about a metre away from him.

He waved to everyone at the front of the Golden Circle, and suddenly, I saw these blue eyes intently gazing at me. Our eyes locked, and I felt my heart beating a thousand times faster than normally. I could feel my face burning in flames, as I blushed. He gave me a quick wink before proceeding to the other side of the catwalk.

Martin's POV:

I left my table and decided to surprise the fans by going and interacting with them. I energetically jogged down the catwalk, to hear a roar from the crowd, and I waved at everyone as 'Animals' blared in the background. I walked towards the right side, waving at a group of girls, frantically taking pictures, and then a family who were cheering and waving their arms about. I then came to a girl, who looked the same age as me, with beautiful blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in my life. She was looking at me, and for a moment, I felt a spark between us that I had never felt before.

I saw her blush madly and I decided I wouldn't embarrass her anymore! I could have stayed there for days, just staring into her eyes, but I had a show to get on with, so I sexily winked and moved away.

Charlotte's POV:

My blood was rushing all around my body, and images flashed in my mind of this incredibly hot DJ, staring and winking at me. They kept on popping up in my brain, but I blanked them out. There was NO way I was getting a crush for this guy. He's a 'Pop star'. He didn't wink at me because he liked me, he winked at me because he wanted to look kind and suggestive in front of all the other girls. I tossed back my blonde hair and carried on listening to the beat.

He returned to his table, and mixed up a few more tunes. I stared at him intently, eyeing his beautiful brown hair, all messy, and his smile that brightened the stage up.

"Thank you Wembley for having me!" he screamed in his cute accent, before he slowly sunk back into the ground on his platform. I gulped, feeling sad because he was gone, but also sad I didn't have longer to look in his eyes.