Lollapalooza /Martin Garrix/ -Under Construction-

s e v e n.

 wednesday.

"Mom, please go away," I groaned sitting in bed like I have been all day. I was curled up surprised I was finally hearing a knock on my door. It was 8 PM, and I had done nothing but shower, get dressed, and lay on my bed thinking about everything Harley told me yesterday while movies played on constant repeat. I had to have about 7 missed calls from Martin, but I would send them straight to voicemail. I need to think about this, but every time I keep thinking about a conclusion, I get pulled back into my thoughts. 

I hate being a constant over thinker. I can never allow myself to just make a choice because my mind will think about all the different ways things can fan out and I wimp out.

"It's Martijn," his accent rang from the other side of the door. My eyes widened as I quickly sat up. Why did he come here? Why did he just show up? I walked over to the door opening it seeing a beaming Martin. I did a quick fake smile, and walked back to my bed sitting on it not seeing if he followed.

"What's up?" I asked him pulling the covers over my legs, and looking anywhere but at him. I can't even look him in the eyes.

"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I tried calling you since last night and got no response. I thought Harley may have came on to you when you were driving and you sped off the road," he explained with true concern in his voice sitting next to me trying to wrap his arm around my shoulder, but I shrugged it off and moved to the opposite side of the bed, far away from him. He gave me a hurt look in his eyes to which I looked away.

"I'm okay," I simply said staring at my now very interesting wall. I felt a pressure in my chest, and a lump in my throat that I didn't trust. 

"Did I do something?" Martin asked voicing his concern, with a bit of worry in his voice. It killed me to have to treat Martin like this, but I can't do this. I won't be one of his one night stands.

"No," I lied still not looking in to his beautiful eyes.

"Gabriella, please. Something happened when you were hanging out with Harley because everything was fine when I thanked you about the pizza. Did he say something to you?" He asked as I let out a deep sigh giving in knowing it was immature of me to not say anything or give him an explanation.

"Yeah, he just made me realize that maybe I'm just another fling of yours, and I'm not comfortable with that. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I'm not the girl you're looking for," I explained looking at him with a pained expression on his face making me turn away.

"You are not a fling, this is not a one night stand, and I'm not using you, Ella. What on earth are you talking about?" He asked moving closer to me.

"Martin, we both know that you travel to clubs, and festivals with hundreds of girls throwing themselves at you. I'm not one of those girls, I'm sorry. I'm looking for a relationship, not a memory," I responded harshly.

"Who said I wasn't looking for the same thing?" He questioned making me a bit speechless. In the dim lighting in my room I was able to see his hurt facial expression and defeated eyes. 

"I just thought-," I started off in a slow low voice.

"I never thought about you as a fling. Never. You're right though, you aren't like the other girls," Martin said as I felt a dagger in my heart hating the way this conversation was going. "You are perfect. You are stunning, caring, amazing personality, and sense of humor. You are the whole image of the perfect woman. I wasn't going to use you, or have sex with you and never call you back. Those were never my intentions with you. I like you, Ella. A lot, and I mean that," he smiled grabbing for my hand resting it on top of mine as I didn't reach for his, or take it off. I just let it sit there.