DJ's Girl (Martin Garrix Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

*Emily's POV*

"M-Martin. What are you doing?" I pull of and ask him in a calm voice, but my heart is pounding against my chest.

"Sorry. It just happened. I don't know" he looks down, refusing to face me. I can see sadness in his eyes,mixed with discomfort and embarrassment. Awkward silence fills the place.

"Aren't you dating Jenna?" I blurt and mentally kick myself for making the situation worse.

"What the fuck? No! We just... had a moment" he snaps

"Okay you don't have to yell at me" I roll my eyes and I feel a bit of hurt from his last sentence

"I'm sorry" he calms down and I sigh at his mood swings. My brain is filled with questions and one of them comes out of my mouth:

"Why did you kiss me?". My palms become sweaty and nervousness fills me as I wait for his answer. It's not that I didn't like the feeling when his lips were on mine.

"I felt like I had to do it. I don't know" he grins and chuckles to break the awkwardness but I am dead serious, so his grin fades away as he notices.

"Okay" I lie. It's not okay. That wasn't a reason. And honestly, I wanted to kiss him back but I don't want to be one of his chicks who makes out with and leaves them like nothing happened. He felt like he had to do it? My heart jumps in joy at that but I totally ignore it.

"Can we just act like it didn't happen?" I ask,but inside me I know I'd never forget it. He nods silently in response and we walk out of the place.

That was like for 3 minutes and I had never seen Martin like this before.

"I bet you liked it" he smirks teasing. Oh, the old Martin is back.

"The day cows fly, I will like your kisses" I mock. His smirk fades away and I laugh at my own comeback. Thank god for making us leave that moment behind and act like nothing happened.

By the way, a couple of fangirls are coming and ask him for a photo or autograph. Then they leave, squealing. I smile to myself as I know I'd react in the exact same way.

My phone rings, interrupting our walk. I grab it from my pocket and check the ID caller. I almost scream when I see it and immediately answer.

"What the hell?" I shout happily at the person making Martin knot his eyebrows

"Oh girl, you are in Amsterdam and you didn't tell me? What a shame!" the person says jokingly. It's Jason Millers. We used to be really good friends like 3 years ago but he moved here and we haven't spoken since then.

"Holy fuck, I forgot. Where do you live? Tell me now!" I say a little but too quickly because of my excitement. Martin gives me a questioned look but I ignore it

"Relax, I'm in your house" he chuckles

"What?" I scream."I'm coming" I hang up, grab Martin's arm and begin to run.

"What the fuck, Emily?" he shouts and I chuckle as I forgot to explain.

"A very good friend has visited me. I missed him so use your fucking legs and run" I say looking forward to reach my house.

"You look cute when you are angry" he suddenly says, making my head turn towards his direction. He has a small smile on his face, which gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

"Um thanks?" I chuckle looking around. Feeling his eyes on me, I turn around and run again.

After some minutes,we reach at the house. I knock on the door and wait impatiently. It flies open and before I know, Jason and I are embraced in a tight hug.