electronic [martin garrix] - REWRITING

six.

This morning was composed of freaking out immediately after waking up because I was still in Miami and Hugo's photo shoot was in three hours in New York! I was never going to make it in time.

"Whoa, calm down," Martin said, sitting at a table facing the huge ass window with a killer view. He was eating pizza with an alarming amount of chilies.

"No! I can't calm down! I'm completely screwed!" I said after washing my face and changing into another clean shirt of his, keeping my shorts on. "I'm supposed to be with him twenty four hours a day!"

He stood up, put his hands on my shoulders and shook me slightly. "I think he's fine on his own for a couple of hours, don't you?" He looked me in the eyes to convince me. "He's like 21."

"That's not the point!" I almost screamed, then remembered I needed to keep my cool. "Sorry," I sighed. "I just really need to get to New York like. . .right now."

"Don't worry, we're jetting there in an hour." He patted me on the back with a smile before handing me a pizza.

I got it from him and said thanks, smiling a little at the odd gesture he'd given me. Nonetheless, it was kind of sweet and it left me smiling by myself for a while.

Julian came a few minutes later, I was still eating pizza in the corner as Martin was discussing things with Watse and Aubrey and other important people. How he didn't seem hangover was beyond me. Last night he was so wasted. But then I guess he's used to it.

"Get up, we're going!" Julian announced happily.

"Finally!" I exclaimed, removing my phone from Martin's charger that I borrowed. I didn't have much with me, just the clothes I wore yesterday and the ones Martin lent me so everything else I had to borrow.

"Here," Martin handed me a black sweater. It had his name on it and on the back was the number 96. It looked really dope though. I secretly admired it and hoped he'd let me keep it.

"Shameless self promotion,"I held it an arms length, asking what it was for with my eyes.

"In case you get cold." He said. "It's New York after all." He added with a wink.

"Thank you," I said and he just nodded. "No really, I'll find a way to make all this up to you."

He shook his head with a small smile on his face. "You don't have to, trust me." He walked away again, to check things around his suite.

Julian was instantly at my side again. "You're not just his photographer, are you?" His eyes inspected mine carefully.

"Julian," I groaned.

"Okay! Okay!" He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. "But I'll find out what's going on."

I honestly can't tell him what's going on because I don't even know myself. I'm still on the notion that Martin was just this kind and sweet in general. It was the only explanation. They'll all forget me after a few weeks.

But with how Martin was acting lately, I wasn't so sure anymore.

-

Martin was right yet again. New York was incredibly cold. I was gonna get sick if I stayed in shorts and just a sweater in this temperature.

"Martijn!" I called out as soon as we were out of the airport. His car was already waiting for him and his team. We'd already said our goodbyes but I felt that this was needed. I ran to him and tackled him into a hug. Hugging him was the best solution to this cold but I knew I couldn't do this forever and I pulled away.

"Sorry," I laughed.

To my surprise hugged me again. "It's alright. We should do this more often." He stated, half laughing. "See you soon?"

"Yeah, see you."

He climbed into the car reluctantly, looking at me to see if I've changed my mind. Earlier he'd offered to drive me to wherever it was I needed to go, but I couldn't be seen with him. Hugo still didn't know I was hanging out with him. I as I previously said, I don't want him to find out. So I declined politely. I waved at his Rolls Royce as it drove off.

Just a few minutes later, another car pulled up next to me and Hugo's head popped out of the backseat window. "Get in!" He greeted with a smile. Which was a lot more than I expected. I thought he'd be pissed at me or something. Anyway, I'm glad he wasn't.

I got in the car, thankful for the little bit of warmth provided by the heater. "It's freaking cold here."

"Where the hell did you come from, anyways?!" Hugo asked, handing me coffee. "It was weird because Will texted that me he was with you and just a minute after that Anton called me up saying you two were at the studio. And I tried calling you but you couldn't be contacted. Did you leave the country or something?" He said the last part jokingly.

I exhaled and looked to the rear view mirror, meeting Alice's expectant eyes from the front seat. I knew then that this was extremely risky.

"Really?" I acted surprised. "I was with Anton." I forced out, it was half true, I was with Anton for a while. "Maybe Will meant Arden, as in Arden Rose, his girlfriend. We share the same name...unfortunately."

Hugo's expression turned into one of deep thought. And when he found that it did make sense he pursed his lips and nodded. "Hmmm. . .I actually didn't think about that. Okay."

I inaudibly sighed in relief. I was feeling so guilty about hanging out with Martin, this needs to stop. Yet, he just keeps insisting to be in my life, I can't help but actually like his presence.

Thankfully, the rest of the day was pretty busy, saving me from any more conversations. Anton called at one point, asking how I was, he talked about Disneyland and in the end I made plans with him that I doubt would happen. Anyway, my friends were happy, and that was all that mattered to me.