Martin Garrix Imagines

Hating on you

You and Martin have been dating for almost two years. Being Martin's girlfriend has always made you happy. Not only because you two got along well, also because his and your family accepted your relationship pretty good.
Of course there were some people who disliked you and your relationship, but you never took that too serious.

When you and Martin started dating some fans wrote comments like "I don't like her", "Martin's my boyfriend" or "She's only a golddigger". In a way you were hurt about such comments, but you knew that this was pure jealousy, so you decided to ignore those comments. Also as a protection against such comments you and Martin decided not to reveal your relationship and to keep it private.

With the time passing most of Martin's fans started liking you and even asking you to take pictures with them when you were joining Martin at his gigs.

Though you tried to keep your relationship as private as possible, some pictures of you and Martin became public on a day when a paparazzi caught you two strolling around Miami.

Your POV:
Freshly showered you sit on the edge of your bed scrolling through your facebook. When you finished checking facebook out you open your Instagram and immediately many notifications pop on the lower part up. Wondering what those notifications are you open them.
Several fanpages of Martin posted the pictures of you and him, earning a lot of attention with those shots.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you read some of the comments on a picture of you and Martin.

"She is a whore😒🔫", "She is too ugly to be his girlfriend", "She doesn't deserve Martin".
Unwillingly tears start forming in your eyes. You always told yourself not to take it serious, but those harsh words hit you harder than ever before. Trying to hold your tears in you quickly wipe your tears and put your phone away.

"Is everything okay?"
You turn around to meet Martin standing in the door, giving you a questioning look.
"Yeah sure.", you fake a smile, you don't want to bother him with those unnecessary things. Since they are Martin's fans, you decide not to let him know.

"Are you tired?", Martin asks and lies down beside you.
"A little bit.", you answer and lay down, trying to think about positive things.
"I am so tired, I guess I could immediately fall asleep.", he says with a smile and cuddles up to you.
"Then you should sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day.", you state the obvious, because Martin will do the closing of the first day of the Ultra Music Festival.
"Right. Good night Y/N.", he says and rests his head on your shoulder.
"Good night babe.", you whisper and plant a kiss on his forehead.

For a while you just stroke Martin's hair, listening to his silent breath.
You try to fall asleep, but somehow your thoughts won't leave you alone.
Trying not to wake Martin up you take your phone and decide to read a book you've recently bought on iBooks.

While reading the book you see a message appearing in the upper part of your phone.
It's your brother (It's your Bff, if you don't have a brother.)
"Y/N, did you see this page on instagram?", you read the text, not really sure what he means.
"Which page do you mean?", you ask.
"Look at your DM, I sent it to you."
Excited about what he sent you, you open your Instagram and look at your DM.
Instead of finding a "funny videos page" you find something that makes your heart cramp in the most painful way.
"Y/N Y/L/N hate page", you read in shock.

Should I even look at it?, you wonder first, but open it in the end.

Looking at the page you find several photoshopped pictures of you.
Captions like "Y/N is a bitch" or "Y/N you ugly slut" make you wonder why there would be somebody doing this to you.
Scrolling the page down you find a picture of you and Martin, actually one from the airport in Finland. You specially remember this picture, because this was your first time joining Martin on his journey.
You open the picture and find a huge paragraph.

"Look at this slut! Who does she think she is? To use him? To date him for his money?
I am disappointed that Martin is blind and chose her as girlfriend, he deserves somebody better than her, but he changed. And that only because of her. Y/N, you should be ashamed of doing this, die in hell!"

Tears start forming in your eyes.
You knew that there are people who don't like you, but you would have never expected somebody to have the courage and create a hate page like this one.
The mean things told to you make the walls, you built, implode.
The fact that the person doesn't only insult you, but Martin as well makes your hot tears stream down your face.
There is no way you could take these comments.

You try to hide your sobs, but you fail and you feel Martin moving.
"Y/N?", Martin mutters half asleep.
You don't say anything, hoping he would fall asleep again.
While a further sob makes its way up your vision gets blinded for a second as Martin turns the light on.

With your phone still in your hand you start crying loudly.
"Y/N, what's wrong?", Martin asks, his voice filled with worry and care.
"Martijn, I-I can't-do-this-any-more", you sob and bury your head in your hands, letting the phone fall on your sheets.
"Shhh shhhh...what can't you do?", he gets closer to you and pulls you in a tight hug.
The tears constrict your throat, it feels impossible to say a single thing.
Instead of answering him, it remains silent. Only your loud sobs break the silence.
You lean your head on Martin's chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.
"Sshhh, everything's alright. Don't cry.", he whispers and strokes your hair gently.
"Nothing's okay.", you sob sadly, latching onto him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?", he asks after a while.
"This is what happened.", you say and give him your phone to look at the picture of you two.
You hear Martin reading the caption silently, as he reaches the part concerning him he stops. You raise your gaze to look at Martin, you could swear to see anger in his eyes, but eventually his gaze softens.
"Y/N, don't take this serious. These kind of people aren't my fans. People who accuse you or me aren't real fans. My fans accept and like you. Please stop crying, they are not worth it.", he begins and kisses your forehead.
"It hurts. What have I done to them?", you wonder, tears blurrying your vision again.
"I know how you feel, but please don't take this serious. They are simply jealous, that you are happy and don't have to look for somebody to judge them.", he continues, brushing your tears with his thumb away.

Gradually you stopped crying, now you are lying on Martin's chest. His arm is wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to him. You just feel so good and safe in his arms.
He could always make you feel good, in the depths of your despair.

While you are already close to fall asleep, Martin is doing something on his phone.
"What are you doing babe?", you wonder looking at him.
"I just had to write this on twitter.", he says and shows you the text.
"So, I see some people are trying to get attention by hurting me and people, who are close to me. All I can say is that this is really uncool. You are not cool, if you write shit about people you don't know. And you can't be proud of that. Better try getting an own life instead of trying to find the imperfection in somebody else ;)"

"You always find the perfect words.", you conclude chuckling.
"Well somebody has to explain this to such stupid people."
"I love you.", you simply say and close your eyes.
"I love you too. Nothing will stop me from feeling this way. I promise you it will get better.", he replies and kisses your forehead, making you drift off to a carefree sleep.