Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 59

Chapter Fifty Nine - I Want to Fix This 

- Madeline's POV - 

Martin. 

I feel my stomach dropping, like I could throw up everywhere. My throat begins to dry out and I have to blink a few times to reassure myself that it is actually him. Whatever former happiness I had, is now being replaced with sadness, just as I was a couple weeks ago. I was finally feeling myself move on from him. 

How did he find me? How did he know where I was? The real question that keeps repeating in my head is; why is he here? I cannot take my eyes off of him and the conversations around me start to drown out and blur together. 

I don't think he has noticed me yet, which I thank God for. I just want to run away and leave this place. I cannot let him find out that I'm here. There is no way that this will end well. I cannot put up with him and his games anymore. I told him I was in love with him and he walked away. I refuse to deal with him anymore. 

I get knocked out of my reverie when I feel someone begin nudging my arm. "Mads, are you okay?" Catherine asks with concern. 

I have to pry my eyes away from his figure before I can say anything, "Yeah," I clear my throat, "I'm fine," I lie straight through my teeth, but it sounds believable. 

She gives me an odd look, but then nods understandingly. I take a sip from my water and it takes all of me not to look at him again. Martin is like a magnet to me, but I cannot let him control me. I still feel my stomach churning and I know it's because of his presence. I want to try so hard to say that it's a bad churn, but deep down, I feel like it's because some part of me is happy to see him. 

To make sure, I don't betray myself, I have to keep my head turned towards Landon. Landon's friend, Gerard, who doesn't sound british at all, and I start to have a conversation, which eases my nerves as we begin to talk. Feeling curious about his accent, I decide to ask. 

"Where are you from?" I ask him noticing his accent is deeper and more prominent than the other boys here. 

"Scotland," he says simply with a smile. I nod, his accent now clicking in my head. I watch him as he drinks his beer from the pint and it amuses me for some reason. He seems like a real 'man's-man's' if you know what I'm saying. 

Gerard and I continue a short conversation before everyone's food arrives. I thank Landon when he hands me my plate and he winks in return. I don't know if he is sober or not, but damn, he is so flirty. I mean, I'm not complaining, but I find it cute. 

Unfortunately, everyone's conversations heighten and our table soon becomes the loudest one in the restaurant. I know that we have drawn a lot people's attention, but I have to try to ignore it and not look over to where Martin is sitting. 

As we all eat, we have the most weird, yet fun conversations. This is why I was trying to so hard to get over Martin because of things like this. I want to be happy and I don't want to be stuck on the same person for a long time. I wanted to come here with no worries, but now, that's all changed as I can barely concentrate on what everyone is saying.