ik hou wel van je ( Joost Klein)

Part 2

(T.W emetophobia)

It was the most awkward two hours of my life. First of all I said I didn't listen to his music which is kinda rude stay, BUT IN FRONT OF HIM?!. He kept looking at me the whole night and I honestly thought there was something on me. At one point I patted my face to see if there was any hair flying across my face. Then I double checked if my dress had broke. But no he was just looking at me, anyway. 

"Julie do you have that water in your purse?" I turned to look at her "yes but you're not getting any , you should have brought your own" "come on can I just have one sipe?" Mia is now looking at me, she has put the phone down. "Fine just give it back" "thank you". I unzip my purse and take out a small water bottle that I then hand to Mia. She takes a sipe and then gives it back, I realise I'm thirsty too so I take a couple of sipes too.

 Someone knocks into and I drop the water bottle on the ground, shit. "Here let me pick it up for you" a man with brunette hair and blue eyes says to me quickly picking up my water bottle. "Oh thanks" I smiles and slowly take it off him, he turns back around and starts dancing. 

After a couple more sips of the water I start to feel dizzy and I'll mostly nauseous. "Are you okay?" Mia says turning on her heel, "yep I'm all good" I thumbs up and turn to the stage. 

Joost stops singing after a song and starts talking about random shit. "So did you all know that I met someone before I went on stage tonight?" The whole festival starts screaming and applauding him for no reason at all . But all i can think about is his accent, it's so strangely attractive. "Yeah...it was something to say the least she said he didn't even listen to my music" I smile. Even though I feel extremely ill I find this so funny and entertaining that he is still thinking about something so unimportant that happened two hours ago. 

The crowd started to booed  after what he said, just to think that 10,000 people were practically booing at me actually made me feel like I wanted to go into a small corner and just stay there until I died. "Nah, shh guys she was nice she was nice" when saying that he quickly glanced over at me and a small grin appeared on his face. Holy shit. 

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"Mia I'm going to the bathroom you can start heading home now if you want" I grab my phone out of my purse and shake it "call me if you need anything". She turn and then stops "on your way back can you get me a coke?" "Sure" she continues to walk out of the festival. 

I feel so unwell and as there is barely any people here anymore I run for the bathroom. I am go to get sick, running to the right door I realise that guy with the brown hair probably spiked my drink, dick. I open the door run down the hall way and open the door and "shit! Can you no" Joost is in the bathroom washing his face and, with no shirt on which is normal as Mia said she saw clips online of him at concerts with no shirt but it's still disgusting that I walked in on him getting unready. "Shit! I am so- sorry" I stand there hand on my mouth trying not to puck. "Are you okay? Or should I" "sorry I can oh my gosh I am going to just" I turn around and run for the door hoping I don't get sick all over the hallway. "Here wait! Use this bathroom!" I spin around and run back I fall to my knees at the toilet and shut my eyes. A huge piece of hair falls down in front of my face but I can't grab it, my stomach drops and I puck out any of the shit I have had tonight. Before freaking out about the fact that my hair was in the way I feel a hand grab my hair and hold it back. "Are you okay? Jesus Christ what the hell happened to you?" My stomach flips again and I continue to throw up. After a minute or two I stop. "Sorry" I say rocking slightly back and fourth. "Why are you sorry you can't do anything about what just happened and your lucky I was here to grab your hair or else.. mm you get me, do you need a drink or water?" He still holds my hair tight, "please, thanks" "no problem". He lets go of my hair and it fall behind my shoulder. 

I twist myself around so that I am not facing the toilet but the sink. "Here" Joost walks back into the bathroom that smells like absolute shit and hands me a cold glass of water. "Jesus fucking Christ, who ever spiked you gave you something really strong" I look up tugging down the water I was given. "Or are you just sick?" "No- I was spiked mostly likely" "right" he crosses his arms like he did earlier this evening, it's definitely attractive. 

"Well you can't really go home like this I am getting my cab to my hotel you can get dropped home or to your hotel then". He smiles,  "though you don't sound Dutch because then you would speak it to me" "no I am from England actually, I moved here to study history" he lets out a chuckle. "That's so random, but cool I guess" I nod.

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"Wait before you drop me at my apartment can you stop at the shop?" "Why?" I look at him, sitting across from me in s black out car. "Because my best friend need a coke" he starts laugh a lot and so do I it's quite funny, well If he finds it funny I do too? "kun je hier stoppen?"(can you stop here?) I look back out the window I still feel kinda sick but not so much anymore. "Ja" the driver stops at a shop and I hop out and walk in.

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"Did you get it?" I nod and we drive back to mine. "Why I give you my number just in case you need my help again" I let out a scoff "I doubt that but, alright" I hand him my phone and he types in his number. "Alright goodnight" "bye" 

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Heyyy again sorry for the Emetophobia I have it so it was kinda hard for me to write 😭 but it adds to the plot so who's complaining. Just remember if you have any tips, suggestions or thoughts feel free to comment them! ❤️