Tell Your Friends [Martin Garrix]

Epilogue

"Aline?" I hear him call my name softly, as I open the covers, letting the cold air hit my bare legs. Smiling, I open my eyes just to see Martin standing above me, grinning childishly. His hair is messed up, sticking out in all different directions. "Morning." 

"Morning," I reply, closing my eyes again and stretching slowly, my bones cracking loudly. I get up from the soft bed, looking around our hotel bedroom. Two large windows let light pass through, lighting up the spacious room. There is a huge king-sized bed, which I absolutely adore. 

But the best part of all, is living here with Martin. 

"What do you want to do today?" Martin asks, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He quickly sends a message to somebody, probably Watse. 

"I don't know," I say, getting up from the bed and going up to the window to open it. "We can chill by the pool or go to the beach." 

As I open the two glass panes, warm air enters the room and I can hear the sound of tourists laughing and talking at the pool. Further up, there is an azure strip of the ocean and the golden, sandy beach. Palms grow everywhere, the giant leaves rustling in the light breeze. 

The blue sky is cloudless, only to be decorated by the beautiful, yellow sun, shining brightly. The atmosphere is fantastic, the birds chirping and the soft rumble of the sea somewhere in the background. As I stare at this beauty, I feel Martin's hand wrap around my waist making me smile like a crazy person. Martin makes me crazy and I like it. 

"I love you," I whisper softly, turning around and putting my arms around Martin's shoulder. This life is a dream, it doesn't feel real. I guess, I am not used to it yet, this why I don't see myself living like that. Whatever happens, it will all be fine, as long as Martin is with me. 

"I love you too," Martin replies, brushing his lips against my forehead, making shivers run down my spine. No matter how much he is going to do this, my body will always react the same. Surges of electricity rush through my body every time. It all feels like a déjà vu, a really good one.

Somebody knock loudly at the door and both of us turn around swiftly to face the door. Martin takes his hands off my waist, rushing to open the door. When he opens it, a lady brings us our breakfast tray. She wheels it to the balcony and leaves. We sit at the tiny table and I grab a croissant with some jam, while Martin pours coffee in a cup for me. 

Taking out a bite out of the delicious pastry, I look at the stunning view, wondering if this life is real. If this is real, Martin is god. He is just perfect and flawless. No-one will ever compare to him, there would be nobody compare to him. 

We eat breakfast in silence, sometimes slipping random statements about the beauty of this view, which I adore. After finishing eating everything, I put on my outfit for today - soft, denim shorts and a plain, gray t-shirt with white converse. It's all plain, but looks good. 

We head outside, through the long, carpeted corridors, into the elevator. There are giant mirrors and metal railings, painted with golden paint. 

"Let's take a walk," I suggest, as we come closer to the floor, that we need. 

"Sure," Martin says and the lift stops with a light jerk. We exit it and go to the entrance of the hotel, two huge glass door, which slide open in front of us. My shoes squeak against the marble flooring, as I step on it. 

We head to a high cliff, which I've noticed earlier on. The walk is long, but pleasant, as the light breeze caresses my face and the birds chirp beautiful melodies. Many people stop by, taking photographs with Martin and I. After becoming Martin's girlfriend and taking regular photos of him, I have become very famous, although I don't really care. 

All I care about is having a good life, a happy life. A life, that I can cherish and enjoy, in which I can live in safety without fearing every second of it. I don't want to live a life, which I have to be afraid of and worry about. I want to live a happy life, with the person I love, Martin. 

Many things happened, after I talked to Chris in that cafe. I guess, it all went well after that moment, when I stormed out of that building. Firstly, Daniel still went to the police, letting them hear the recording. Of course, they've decided to not hold that, because that was a serious issue. Chris got sent to a rehab straightaway, for a very very long time. Such a long time, he won't even remember us when he comes back. 

Later on, Martin called me. He told me, that he wants me to come to him on tour. And so I went with him. It felt so good to finally escape the gray and sad city of New York, hopefully for a long time. I don't want to come back there. My past life is gone and I want it to stay gone, I don't want to remember everything. It feels like a nightmare now and I don't want to keep it in m head forever. 

At last, I'm happy...