Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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"And that, is the mainstage,"

I looked up in awe at the gigantic Ultra mainstage and felt a rush of excitement flowing through my body.

"It's not finished yet, with the lights and all it probably will look better," Martin grinned, turning his gaze to me, so adorably smiling with that smile of his that makes my heart beat faster.

"It's perfect,"

"Come on, I'm hungry," Martin said, turning around to head back to our car.

"I'll be right there," I replied, turning my gaze back to the stage. Martin nodded and wandered away, leaving me by myself. The warm wind of Miami hit my face, as I examined the settings carefully and admirably. Nostalgia filled my heart as I remembered the hours I'd spent in front of my computer screen in the darkness of my insanely messy bedroom, watching Martin perform and watching all of the other DJs having the time of their life playing their music in front of a gigantic crowd, going insane. Exactly one year ago today, I was still little Melody Benson, a 15 year old girl with no social life waiting patiently to watch Ultra on our living room television while my sister yelled at me for keeping her from watching reruns of Keeping up with The Kardashians. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be standing in front of the main stage, Martin Garrix waiting for me in a car.

Suddenly, the whole stage lit up, in bright colours going from pink to blue, from yellow to green, widening my grin. Spot lights illuminated the dark sky, as I turned my gaze to the colourful lights flying through the air. I stared in fascination at the whole show in front of me and it just seemed as if time had stopped. In a matter of seconds, all the pastel and soft colours changed into this bright red glow, and the soft melody changed into louder, more aggressive and violent music, making me back up in fright. Technicians started to come out to check the speakers out, one of them came to the sound system to play with the controls, as if something was oddly wrong.
My smile turned into a frown as I scanned what was happening right in front of me. I didn't understand what was happening, but I had this weird feeling in my chest. Whether it was paranoia or simple fright, I was starting to back up slowly towards the car, still staring at the stage.

My phone vibrated in my purse, bringing me back from the depth of my thoughts. I grabbed my phone expecting a text from Martin.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw the name of who had sent the text message. It wasn't a number nor a name, it was simply written Unknown in white digits. I opened it, my gaze travelling down the message I had just received. It was a picture of me.
I was standing alone, looking up at something that wasn't shown on the picture. I had a worried expression and a red glow was illuminating my skin and my clothes. My arms were crossed and my feet were slightly pointed inwards. A wave of paranoia travelled my body as I recognized the setting of the picture.
It was taken just a few minutes ago.

I looked up from my phone and looked around for any sign of someone who could've taken the picture.

"Mel, come on! They're waiting for us,"

Martin's voice made me slightly jump, and my phone dropped to the ground. I picked it up and dug it in my purse, still looking around.

"Coming,"

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I sat down next to Martin and felt a knot in my stomach.
Martin's friends, Rick, Karen and everyone else would arrive at any moment now, and it drove me insane. I was so not ready for this.
I didn't even want to think about all the famous people that would be sitting at this table tonight. I hated eating in front of people, I always have because I eat way too much for a girl my size and it's not even cute.
I stared blankly at my fork, waiting nervously for something to happen.

"Mel?"

"Yeah," I turned my gaze to Martin, who was sitting next to me, taking a sip out of his glass of water.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm a little nervous," I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair to make sure that it wasn't too messy.

"Yeah, I can tell," he replied, slightly amused by the fact that I was stressed out, "But why?"

"Because, I mean, I have to make good impression, and chances are I'm a big fan of all of them, I don't want to look like a complete idiot,"

"Chances are, you are going to look like a complete idiot,-

"Oh wow, thanks," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"You didn't let me finish," he smirked, showing once again a hint of amusement. , "You are going to look like a complete idiot, but that's what made me fall for you,"

My eyes widened for a moment and my heart skipped a beat or two as his words escaped his mouth, but ignored it. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Right, how is someone being an idiot attractive in any ways?"

"You see, Melody, the difference with you and an idiot is that you're not an idiot. You're clumbsy and childish and playful in the most adorable ways, I swear. One second you're silly and cute as a kitten, the other you're hot as fuck. You sometimes do look like an idiot, but you have absolutely no idea how fucking cute that makes you,"

Before I could reply, voices coming from behind me caught my attention. I was slightly blushing from Martin's words but brushed it off and glanced behind me to see where the voices were coming from.
"Oh dear," I whispered to myself, and swallowed nervously at the sight of Zedd, Hardwell, Alesso, Tiesto, David Guetta and Julian Jordan.

Fuck.

Throwback to the party I made out with him to make Martin jealous. Good times.

"Martin, man! It's been a while," Alesso was the first to greet Martin, and everyone else followed afterwards.

"Hi, you must be Melody,"

I glanced at the hand in front of me and looked up to see who was attached to it and froze on the spot.

"I'm Dillon Francis,"

"I-I know who you are, I'm a big fan," I tried to smile, but I think my face was too shocked to show any emotion. Most of my favorite djs were in this room with me, and I was on my fangirl mode right now, I just couldn't let it out.

We all sat down and made small talk. Martin was on my left and Karen on my right.
I didn't talk much, most of the time I listened, interested in their numerous stories about the times when they were younger and Martin had just started producing, and it made me genuinely happy to be there with all of these people.
While David was telling everyone a story of some sort which I wasn't really paying much attention to, Martin slid his hand on my thigh and my heart skipped a beat as it went farther up my leg.
I grabbed his hand with my fingers and put it aside.
He kept putting it on my thigh no matter how many times I had taken it off. He slid his hand farther up until he reached the bottom of my skirt, but didn't stop there. I flinched as I felt his cold fingers slide up my skin and saw a hint of amusement in his expression.

His eyes were focused on David, yet on his lips was plastered a smirk that made it clear he wasn't paying much attention either.
I slightly jumped and almost spilled a few glasses of water as his fingers played with the lace of my underwear.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little agitated," Karen asked, suspicious.

Martin chuckled silently beside me and I mentally slapped him.

"Yeah, sure, I just felt something weird on my leg," I sarcastically laughed, turning my gaze to Martin, who was smirking with that same hint of amusement.

"So, Martin, you haven't introduced us to your friend," Alesso remarked, taking a sip out of his glass of water.

Shivers went down my spine as his hand slightly moved on my leg.

"Actually, she's my girlfriend,"

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Unedited and probably one of the crappiest chapters ever, but I'm so busy at the moment and I'm so tired.
Ily though, so here's a chapter for my lovely readers. Thank you all very much for almost 20k, it's unbelievable 💖