Martin Garrix Imagines

How you met

Finally the days have come. You and your best friend have been anticipating these days for months. The last few weeks you were only planning your holidays in Miami and what you would do there, besides going to the Ultra Music Festival.

It is the last day of the Ultra Music Festival and you both are so excited for today's line-up, that you can barely hide it.
"So what are you gonna wear today?", Bff/N asks you.
"Some hot pants and a T-shirt."
It is hot, the sun is shining all day, Miami has the best weather.

You both get dressed up and are about to leave.
"Wait I have an idea.", your best friend says. "What?", you ask.
Bf/N walks to her suitcase and seems to look for something.
"Here, I got this Martin Garrix cappy, I guess it would look good on you.", she says and puts it on your head. You take a look in the mirror, it really looks great, especially with your outfit.
"Yeah you're right, thanks boo."

You leave the hotel, that is only some minutes away from the venue.
The atmosphere is great. The weather is great, no clouds to be seen and the sun is shining. Though it's hot, there is a cool breeze, so that you are not too hot.
The people around you are singing, dancing, laughing, simply having the best time of their life. So you do.

"Let's get a little bit closer to the stage.", your friend says and grips your hand. You follow her through the crowd and somehow you two manage to get quite close to the stage. Currently Afrojack is playing and the people around you are going wild. You both start to dance, the music infects everyone with happiness. While you are dancing you take a look to see the other people. You spot some hot boys holding a Brazilian flag, next you see some colourful dressed up girls from Japan dancing to the music along.
It astonishes you, how a single music festival unites people from all over the world.
It is an undescribable feeling being part of it.

As you keep looking around your eyes suddenly meet blue-grey ones, they look deep into yours. You examine the person looking at you, it is a boy. He is wearing a cap and a black-red fabric around his face.
You don't know what he looks like without the fabric around his face, but his eyes already make you burn up on the inside.
You've never seen such beautiful eyes.
Quickly you look away, so that he can't see you being red like a tomato.

"And did you see some hot guys here?", Bff/N asks you and grins at your facial expression. "Uhm, not really.", you answer.
Somehow you make it to forget about the boy and start dancing with your friend again. Without really realizing it, your gaze wanders again to the boy, standing left to you.
He looks up to the stage, must be a real Afrojack fan, you think.

Time passes and it's finally David Guetta's time to hit the stage. Excitedly you get your phone out of your pocket in order to film the show. The people around you cheer and put their hands up in excitement. You're too short, all the hands up in the air block your way to film the stage. Suddenly you feel somebody lifting you.

"Bf/N, let me down!", you scream anxiously. Only some people know about your fear of heights, but she knows it and that's why you are mad.
"Don't worry, I will hold you. You won't fall down.", a male voice says.
You take a look to your right side, Bff/N is standing beside you and looking at you with a wide grin on her face.

If it's not my bestie who is carrying me, who is it then?

Scared you look down to find the boy with the cap and fabric, who made you sit on his shoulders.
"You wanted to film right?", he says and the way his eyelids crinkle you can tell that he's smiling.
"Yeah, thank you.", you reply and look to the stage.
One of your favourite DJs ever, David Guetta, came up on stage and started playing "When love takes over".

David has already played half of his set.
You are still sitting on the boy's shoulders, but you feel the need to get down.
"You can put me down again.", you say to him. Carefully he puts you down on the ground again, you feel so relieved to have ground under your feet again.
"Thank you.", you give him a small smile.
"And did you record it?", he asks you and looks at your phone.
"Yes, I recorded the first ten minutes.", you answer with a smile.
"What's your name anyway?"
"I am Y/N."
"Nice name."
"Thank you.", you blush at his compliment.

While you both dance together to the music, your friend also starts talking to a guy.
You don't see a lot of him, but you can tell that his eyes are blue and he has blonde hair. You don't know why, but you have the feeling to know this person somewhere from.

It's already 10PM and Tiësto's show is close to an end. The next artist is up in a few minutes.
"Y/N?", the boy breaks the silence between you two.
"Yeah?"
"Can we exchange our numbers?"
You heart skips a beat, of course I want to.
"Sure, give me your number.", you tell and hand him your cellphone to type his number. "Here you go, I already saved my number. I have to go now. It was great with you.", he responds honestly and gives you a hug. "Where are you going?", you ask, but he is already too far away to hear you.

He is gone, you and Bff/N stay there alone, her crush also left. That's weird.

Now as he enters the stage you remember again who is up next - Martin Garrix.
You and especially your friend love his music, that's why you both also go wild during his show.

*Miami, Hotel, 1AM*
"Wow this day was so fucking amazing.", your bestie sighs as she lays down beside you. "Yeah, it really was."
"Anyway, did this guy already text you?" "No.", now you remember that he hasn't got your number. You look at your contacts and find the new entry. Martin. That's his name.

"Hi, it's Y/N :)", you type in your phone and finally send it to Martin.
While are you already half alseep, your friend is looking something on her phone.
Suddenly you hear a loud shriek, making you jump at the sound.

"Damn Bff/N, what has gotten into you?!" "This can't be true. OH MY GOD!!!", she squeaks while holding her phone.
"What's wrong?", you ask as she shows you her phone.
It's a picture of the guy you just met today at the festival on instagram.

"Where did you get this from?"
You read the caption of the pic.
"Would you recognize me in the crowd?"
As you see the name of the account you can't believe it. It's Martin Garrix. You talked and danced the whole day with Martin Garrix without even recognizing him...