DJ's Girl (Martin Garrix Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

*Emily's POV*

Enveloped in silence and darkness, I lay on the bed. My eyes are locked on the ceiling. It is probably late. Very late. Martin has laid next to me. Fast asleep. I couldn't sleep earlier though. Not after tonight. I was sick of this. Sick of him. Of course, I don’t hate him. I love him. But I can't tell I do anymore because the past month, every time I leave the house. Everywhere I go. We always end up fighting.

A loud sigh escapes my lips, interrupting the silence. I turn to face him. He looks so peaceful as if he hadn’t ruined the night. As if he hadn’t gone overboard.

Slowly my eyelids fall closed as I try to fall asleep for another time again tonight.

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I get out of bed and go straight to the kitchen. I sit and watch the sky become illuminated by the sun. I decide to make breakfast. A meal for two. Standing at the stove, I cook up some pancakes.

Soon enough two toned arms make their way around my waist. A soft kiss is planted on my shoulder.

"Hey babe." A smile appears on my lips but quickly fades.

I just keep cooking. Keeping my focus away from him. Once I finish, I place the pancakes down on the table. Sitting across from him a sigh escapes my lips again.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I simply shrugg.

"Emily.."

"We need to talk." I bluntly respond. Simple words that usually bring pain.

"Sure what?"

I watch as he stabs his fork into the pancakes.

"We need to stop." My voice sounds weak and hesitant.

"Stop what."

"This. Us, if you’re gonna keep acting the way you do I can’t be with you."

He almost chocked at my words. His mouth somewhat agape

"Wait what?"

"This needs to stop." How much clearer can I be?

"But…"

By this time I am ready to leave the table. Walk away with tears in my eyes but my legs aren't cooperating.

"What have I done wrong?" He asked meekly. I sigh again at his fake innocent behaviour.

"I’m just tired of the way you’re acting, you let your jealousy get the best of you all the time and I’m sick of it. And It's not even about the Jason thing anymore. We can’t even have a nice night out because you always ruin it."

"But I thought you liked it when I got jealous." A smirk rises on his lips. I roll my eyes.

"There’s a fine line between jealousy and possessiveness and you cross it constantly. I can’t even look at another guy without you thinking it’s the end of the fucking world."

"Are you talking about what happened last night because-"

"No Martin." I interrupt. "Last night was just that final push, we were just dancing in a night club where people you know…dance? You didn’t have to push the guy.. You obviously don’t trust me so what’s the point?"

I can see the panic in his eyes. Clearly not a thing I see often.

"I do trust you, I do! I just…don’t trust everyone else."

Anger floods in my veins for another time. 

"Screw them, you don’t need to trust them, you need to trust me and I would never do anything to destroy what we have but apparently you can’t do anything but that."

"Emily I’m trying."

I don't want to go but I need to. In response I just shake my head

"I think we need to spend some time apart." Then I walk away.

I'm not looking back until I hear two words.

"I’m sorry."

I stop.

"I’m sorry." He repeats

"For what?" I ask.

"For everything" A chuckle escapes my lips as I continue to walk away.

"Okay no. I’m sorry for being such a dick, okay? I know you would never cheat on me so I guess I need to put more faith into you instead of always freaking out. I’m just…scared."

"Scared of what?" I respond, refusing to look at him.

"Losing you again, Emily"

My lips curve into a small smile.

"Why would that scare you?"

"Because…I love you."

I hadn't heard these words from his mouth in like ages. It is like my brain doesn't believe him. I turn to face him and a soft smile was on his face. Tears are in his eyes.

I make my way over to him and gently place my lips against his. He kisses back. A warm familiar sensation runs through me as he pulls me closer. I quickly pull away.

"You love me?" He slowly nods.

"You’re not going to lose me okay, trust me. you can’t even begin to understand how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words again but still you need to stop, please?"

He gives me a firm nod.

"Promise?"

"I promise." I look into his eyes, not convinced but I love him too much to leave. My head falls to his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I stare out the window into the broad daylight.

"Martin?"

"Yeah" he mumbles

"I love you too."