Martin Garrix Imagines

Love at first slip

Your POV:
It's a freezy december evening.
After a long day in university you finally walk home. You've always enjoyed the wintery nights in Amsterdam, it's the perfect time of the year to enjoy the late walks. The relaxing christmassy atmosphere makes you always forget about the problems that are on your mind.

Enjoying the rest of the day you stroll around the city of Amsterdam, after a while you are close to the area, where you live.
It's a more silent and calm district, the perfect place to escape all the busy city life.
You've reached your neighborhood, only some more metres and you are at home.
As you want to cross the street you see a car coming closer. Since you don't want to wait you decide to run. Quickly you run to the other side of the street, when you reach the pavement you overlook an icy puddle and slip. Your back roughly hits the ground, you let out a groan in unbearable pain.

"Oh my god.", you hear somebody saying behind you.
Suddenly you see somebody kneeling down in front of you, tears blur your vision, so that you can't cleary see the person. The only thing you can tell is that it's a boy, you don't know.
"Oh my god, are you okay?"
"My back hurts so much.", you sob holding your back in pain.
"The way you fell looked terrible.", he states.
"Thanks, I can imagine.", you whine, but gradually start laughing about yourself.
First the boy looks at you confused, but suddenly he starts laughing too.
"Sorry, that I am laughing. I can imagine that it hurts."
"It hurts like hell.", you chuckle and wipe your tears with your sleeve away, finally your vision assumes shape.
Blue grey eyes stare at you, the boy's hair is tousled of the wind and his cheeks are red of the freezing weather. Once you have scanned his whole face, you can't believe who's crouched in front of you.
"Hey wait, aren't you Martin Garrix?", you ask a little bit confused.
"Uhm yes, I am.", he answers and averts his gaze.
Instead of commenting something, you just rub your back in pain.

"Why don't you freak out?", he asks after a moment of silence.
"Is there a reason to freak out?", you wonder.
"Well usually the girls freak out when they see me."
"I just know you from the media, don't worry you're not helping a teenage fangirl.", you laugh, a stabbing pain in your back stops you from laughing.
"Do you think you can stand up?", Martin asks and gets up.
"I guess.", you respond and get a hold of his hands.
Carefully he helps you standing up, once you're on your feet again he wraps his arm around your waist to support you.
"Thank you.", you flash him a smile, you catch him smiling for a moment.
"No problem, I assume you live in this building.", he says and points at your house.
"Yes, I can walk there on my own. I don't want to bother you.", you insist.
"No need to, I also live in this building.", he tells.
"What really? So we are neighbours?"
"Seems so. What's your name anyway?"
"I am Y/N. And what's your name? Or is it Martin?"
"My real name is Martijn. Martin is just the stage name, it's easier for the fans."
"But how does it come, that I've never seen you here around before?"
"Well I am seldom here, and when I am here I don't leave my flat often."
"I can imagine that it's hard leaving the house without getting recognized."
"Yeah most of the time people recognize me, but I am used to it. It's kind of part of my life."
"Well at least it wasn't you, who slipped and fell. Otherwise the magazines would be full with these pictures."
"You have to be more careful. Maybe next time I won't be here to help you.", he smiles and unlocks the door of the building, where the two of you live. With Martin's arm around your waist you enter the elevator, where you press the button for the second floor. Martin's flat is on the fifth floor.
"Thank you for helping me.", you tell as you two reach your floor.
"No problem. If you need something just ring at my door. My last name is Garritsen.", he says with a smile and lets go of you.
"Okay. Thank you.", you smile back at him and leave the elevator.
"You're welcome."
"Bye.", you say and turn around to walk away.
"Bye.", you hear his voice sounding in your head until the door of the elevator closes again.

A/N: Just a quick crappy midnight imagine. I should sleep rn, bc I have to be awake at 5AM, but I am still too hyped bc I'll travel to Amsterdam tomorrow and because of Martijn being #1 DJ 😍😭 He deserves it so much, all his work and effort paid off. And plz pray for me and my friend that we'll get tickets to his show on friday😭🙏🏼