Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 40

Chapter Forty - Why Do You Care? 

- Martin's POV -   

"Eight? Yeah, okay, that's fine. Thank you," I end the phone call quickly, shoving the device into the back of my pants. I look over at Nora who is invested in some random TV show. She looks as tired as I feel. 

Even though I was exhausted and more tired than ever, I didn't get much sleep. I kept waking up for what seemed like every hour. The damn jet lag is going to fuck me up even more, because when I leave here tonight, it's going to be late in the afternoon back in the U.S. I have to admit, my mind has been eating me up of Mads. I have to idea what I should tell her. It's just so goddamn difficult with her because I don't want to hurt her. 

"Are you okay?" Nora ask, interrupting my thoughts. I run a hand through my hair, clearing my throat, I turn to fully look at her. 

"Yeah, just tired," I answer truthfully, "My flight is at eight," I add, hoping she would get the idea of she needs to take me to Schiphol later today. She nods promptly, before leaning her head back onto one of the pillows she has on the couch. 

"I could've guessed," she laughs underneath her breath and I roll my eyes, shaking my head slightly. She turns her head away from me and continues watching the TV program. My eyes however, stay on her as my mind begins to overthink again. They then travel up to her hair, which is pulled up into a ponytail and suddenly, something dawns on me. 

Nora and Mads... they're practically the same person. She could tell me what to do with our situation, what I should say to her, how I should react. Obviously though, I'm not going to make this obvious for her that I am talking about a girl. Especially when Nora already has some of her own theories of why I am acting the way I am. 

"Nora," I say to get her attention. She makes a humming noise from her throat, not looking away from the TV. I don't even know why she is watching that show; it's utter shit. "What if someone asks questions about why I was gone?" I ask her and her attention on the TV is drawn out by me. 

"Why would anyone ask?" she retorts, her eyebrows furrowing. 

"Americans are curious people Nora," I say with a chuckle and a smile grows on her face, her own laugh emitting from her mouth. 

"Well," she pauses, finally looking back to me, "What were you thinking about saying?" the slight bags underneath her eyes is such a contrast to her lively and bright blue eyes. 

I shrug, "I don't know," I lean back into the couch, feeling some comfort, "Why do you think I'm asking you?" my tone is slightly sarcastic, but it's with good humor. She smiles again, licking her lips. 

"Just say you had a family emergency," she answers simply and I internally groan. I can't lie no more, I just cannot do it; I might just rip someone's head off if I have to lie again. 

"I don't want to lie anymore," I breathe out and her face contorts to slightly confusion and she looks kind of taken aback. "I just-" I stop abruptly, unsure of what to say, "I just don't want to hurt anyone else," I say as blunt and truthfully as I can.