Martin Garrix imagines!

Something's off

Your POV:
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"Hey can you make it to my show?" Martin texted.
"For sure! I'm just finishing getting groceries, I'll be there soon." You respond, grabbing a jar of peanut butter off the shelf. You push the cart down the aisle, ending up towards the cash registers. The cashier rings everything up and you place it in each of your bags. You walk out of the store, towards your car, after paying for the groceries.
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Martin's POV:
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My show starts in about an hour so Louis and I are hanging out backstage while we're waiting for Y/N.
"What do you want to do after the show?" Louis asks.
"Wanna get a drink?" I respond.
"Sure, remember, no alcohol!" He says strictly, reminding me I'm underage.
"Yes I know." I say chuckling.
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(After the show) Your POV:
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Martin's show was amazing, as always, and he said he wanted to go out for drinks after so you did. Martin ordered a glass of Coke, and you ordered Pepsi. You started a debate on which is better.
"There is no difference!" He says with a huge grin.
"Yes there is, and Pepsi is better." You respond.
"Team Co-" Martin starts, turning around as a man puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, there is a problem with your order, please follow us." The big man says, walking away with the rest of the big men. Martin turns and looks at you. He motions for you to get up a follow them too. So you do, bringing your drink along.
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Martin's POV:
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It took us awhile to get back. We found out that the guys were just really big fans of ours and there were no problems with our orders. We came back to our drinks.
It's been a few minutes and I've started to feel a little tipsy. Y/N went back home since she was really tired. She left me here with Louis.
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Your POV:
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You lie in bed reading a book, when suddenly, you hear groans coming from outside. You get up and walk to the window. You see Louis with his arm around Martin who seems to be feeling not so well. You run downstairs to meet Louis who seems to have trouble opening the door.
"What the hell happened?!" You ask Louis, panicking.
"I don't know, he just passed out in the bar."
"But he didn't have alcohol." You respond, quite confused.
"Again I don't know."
You take Martin from Louis and put Martin's arm around yourself.
"Go home, I can take care of him." You say politely.
"Okay thanks." He replies, closing the door softly.
You help Martin, who is half-awake, half-asleep around you, climb the stairs.
You help him take off his shirt and let him fall asleep. You can tell he needs it. In a matter of seconds, his softs breaths are the only noise in the room.
You lie down and realize that someone probably put something in his drink while you were with the men.
You look at his soft closed eyes.
Poor Martijn.
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A/N: Again, I think it's really cringey. But thanks for the support I get and I love getting notifications from you guys voting on my stories! Thank you sooooo much!