You and I (A Martin Garrix Romantic Fanfic)

Meant to Be

Charlotte's POV:

I got home, feeling so tired. I flopped onto the sofa, chucked by bag to one side and closed my eyes. After 5 minutes, I got up and hobbled to my bedroom. I undid my trousers and threw them to the side, before grabbing some comfy shorts to wear. As I threw my trousers on the floor, I noticed a bit of white flutter to the ground. Puzzled, I kicked aside the trousers with my foot and saw a bit of scrumpled up paper. I picked it up, and unfolded it all. It read a number, 07989284099.

It was signed off 'M x'

I sighed heavily. When I felt Martin's hand down my back he must have cleverly slipped his number in my pocket.

I tried hard to get him off my mind but he wouldn't disappear.

Martin's POV:

I hoped that the girl had got the note with my number on it. I also hoped she would text me or want to contact me, as I really thought we had something special.

That moment on the Tube...I was about to kiss her, but then she quickly ran away. I wish I could have been less suggestive, and not gotten closer to her, and pulled her in to me, but I couldn't resist. That's what love is.

Charlotte's POV:

I got a message from my friend Cara.

"Hey Charlie, how was the ball? So jealous! Anyways, there's a party at this awesome club in London, you up for coming?"

I didn't see why I couldn't go, it had been a long time since I had gone to club. I quickly texted back a 'yes'.

"Awesome, there's gonna be a really cool performer there! Can't wait!" she texted back within seconds.

I threw my phone down on the sofa and padded to my bedroom, before flopping onto the bed and falling asleep instantly, leaving the note from Martin still crumpled, lying on the floor.

Martin's POV:

I hadn't really done many performances in clubs like this, but I was really pumped for this one. Knowing I had successfully performed in front of 80,000 people at Wembley, I knew I could handle a couple hundred in a small club.

I was directed to go through a back entrance, so I didn't get 'crampled' by fans waiting in the club, but it seemed pretty empty and the moment.

I was greeted by the club owner, who I think was a secret fan of mine, because she couldn't get her words out, and she stared at me like she had hearts in her eyes.

I unpacked all my equipment, and was ready for an awesome show.

Charlotte's POV:

It was the next day, and I wasn't feeling as tired as I thought. I glanced at my watch, and realised I had slept until 1pm...