You and I (A Martin Garrix Romantic Fanfic)

Tight Together on the Tube

Charlotte's POV:

There was one more act to go, Avicii. Like Martin Garrix, Avicii was a mega DJ. Martin Garrix. Oh yes. The guy I can't stop thinking about.

Avicii's performance was great. It was a real good way to finish off the show.

I heard everyone almost 'sigh' as the show officially ended, because it had been such an amazing night that everyone had thoroughly enjoyed.

I glanced at my Michael Kors watch, which read 9:44pm. It was getting late. I had to find a way to quickly avoid the rush of 80,000 people, as they got onto the Tube or tormented their way round the London streets.

I weaved my way through people, speedwalking as I worriedly thought about how last year, the police shut the Tube.

I managed to overtake around 100 people, but I was still caught up in the crowds. I ran a bit now, making sure I didn't knock into anyone.

I dashed through the entrance, ignoring the sellers beside me with their t-shirts and posters, saying "Buy T-Shirts! Cheap prices but good quality!"

I ran up the stairs of the Wembley Park station, and waited for a good 3 minutes until I was able to get through the barrier. I checked the schedule and waited anxiously on a platform, scanning the people around me. The Tube was packed full. You could see people firmly squished against the rounded sides, sitting on bags and suitcases and everything else you can think of.

The doors opened, and a flood of angry people stormed off. As soon as it was clear, I hurried on, huddling in the corner out of everyone's way. About another 50 people squished on and everyone was packed tight together. I shut my eyes held my bag closer to my body.

Martin's POV:

I got a call from my manager telling me my taxi couldn't make it in time to pick me up from the Summertime ball this evening. I sighed, because that meant I had to face the Tube, which got really, really busy, especially after this gig tonight.

I ran to Wembley Park, people screaming 'It's Martin Garrix!' as I dashed past. I fumbled for my ticket, stormed through the barrier and jumped on the nearest Tube I saw. I thought this was the right one, anyway.

Everyone was packed tight together. I neared the corner, and surrounded a girl with blonde hair, a shade I strangely recognised.

I couldn't see her face, as she was at a weird angle, but I saw her slightly tanned wrist holding onto the bar above her, and a stunning Michael Kors watch on her.

I saw a flutter of orange, and realised this girl had dropped her train ticket.

"Excuse me, miss. You've dropped your train ticket," I said. She turned around, and exclaimed, "No way."

Charlotte's POV:

"Excuse me, miss. You've dropped your train ticket," I heard a soft voice ask, in a Dutch accent. I tossed my hair around, and saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes, and a mop of messy brown hair.

"No way." I say. My jaw nearly drops.

"Um, hi. I recognise you. Weren't you at the Ball? I winked at you, remember?" he said. I was shocked. How could something this beautiful be speaking to me?

"Um.. uh... yeah, I was at the Ball. You were amazing by the way. I'm so sorry, where are my manners?" I said with a nervous laugh. "I just didn't expect to see you here..."

"I can't blame you! I never normally go on the Tube, but my driver couldn't make it, so I figured why not. Thanks, glad you enjoyed it," he said, giving me a big smile.

I smiled back at him, blushing furiously.

Martin's POV:

This girl was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Just adorable.

She was blushing like mad, and she went really cute when she did this. She was absolutely beautiful. I could just imagine myself with her....

I wanted to stay in touch with this girl. I barely knew her, but everything's gotta start somewhere right? Well, we definitely have the spark. The chemistry. Now we just need to set things on fire...

Charlotte's POV:

He turned his back for a couple of seconds and wrote something on a bit of paper, but I had no idea what is was.

The train stopped at Baker's Lane, and within seconds it gave a sharp jolt, making everyone tip forward. I jolted, squealing as I did, and I saw Martin unsteadily fall back onto the other side. I fell on top of him, and I felt his hands wrap gently around my waist. I looked up into his eyes for a second, and I felt that spark again. I thought for one second we would kiss. We were so close to each other. I felt his hand slide down into my back and near my back pocket.

He leaned in, his lips parting, and I suddenly realised. What the hell am I doing. I'm about to snog this famous guy I don't even know. I quickly lifted myself off him, and he looked sadly at me as grabbed my bag. The train halted, and I got off.

"What are you doing?" he asked hurt.

"This is my stop. Bye" I said, without a second glance.

I knew I would regret not kissing the hottest boy I had ever seen.