Martin Garrix Imagines

In good times as in bad

A/N: This imagine contains self harm.
Read on your own warning. Martin is 25 in this imagine, 20 would be too young imo.

You and Martin have been a couple for 6 years. This year finally your girl's dream came true, you have been engaged to Martin for 3 months. Life seems to be perfect, finally you found the man of your dreams and you can't wait to marry the love of your life.

Currently it's summer, a busy time for you two. Martin's touring a lot, he's been travelling to six different countries within two weeks. At times you'd miss the intimate moments with him, but still you can understand him, since it's his job.

It's a Saturday morning. You and your best friend have been to a party all night long.
You two left the club as the sun already started to brighten up the sky.
Instead of going to bed you suggest to have breakfast at your home on your huge balcony.
Since many shops have already opened, you buy food for your breakfast on your way home. The sun already ascended the horizon as you arrive at your building.
Too focused on your conversation you don't immediately realize that José and Watse are standing in front of your door.
"Hey José, hey Watse. What are you doing here?", you ask surprised.
"Y/N, can you tell us where Martijn is?", José questions, a hint of worry hiding behind her voice.
"Shouldn't he be at the airport? Your flight to Belgium is leaving soon, right?"
"Well, that's the point. We wanted to meet there one hour ago, but he didn't arrive there. We rang on the doorbell several times and also called him, but he didn't answer it."
"That's really weird, maybe he overslept. Wait, I am gonna let you in anyway.", you tell, not really sure what to think in the moment.
Quickly you take the keys out of your pocket and unlock the door, you all get inside as the door falls open.

Like your brain tells you, you walk to the bedroom to look for Martin.
You don't find him there.
Next you decide to search in the living room, but also this attempt fails.
"Martijn? Babe, where are you?", you call out, silence is what you get back.
Slowly fear starts to play with your mind, it's totally unusual of Martin not to tell you where he's going to.
"Where can he be?"
"He must be here somewhere, let's look for him.", Y/Bff/N says getting a hold of your arm, trying to calm you.
Trying to think of a logical explanation you decide to see, if he's in his home studio. Together with your best friend you make your way to the room.
Your body freezes as you open the door to the modern studio.

"Oh godness me, Y/N call an ambulance!", your best friend tells as she rushes to Martin, who is lying unconscious on the ground, several pills scattered across the floor.
You try to do something, but you feel paralyzed, you can only stare at your fiancé in shock.
"Y/N, do something!"
"Why are you screaming, what happen- oh hell no!", José exclaims and runs in the studio.
"I am going to call the ambulance.", you hear Watse saying agitated.
"Is he alive?", José's question tears you out of your shock.
"He's alive, but his pulse is very weak. I fear that he took an overdose of these pills.", Y/Bff/N mutters showing a package of medicine, you've never seen before.
"Y/Bff/N, what are these kind of pills?", you ask with weak voice and kneel down next to her.
"As much as I know older people use them to sleep better. Did you know that he has sleeping pills?"
"No, no...he never told me something about this.", you whisper as you feel your eyes water with tears. The situation overstrains you, you feel like your mind is being blocked by million of thoughts.
Why did he do this?
Why did he never tell me about those pills?
Why does he have them?
Is he hiding something from me?
Will he be alright?
What if not?

"Hey, get her out of here please.", you hear Y/Bff/N asking José, some moments later you feel a soft touch on your arm.
"Come, let's go somewhere else. Everything will be alright.", José's comforting voice sounds in your head. You want to stay by Martin's side, but you feel so numb that you unconstrained follow José to the kitchen.
You collapse on a chair and bury your head in your hands, you feel like you are about to throw up at any moment.
"Take deep breaths, it's going to be alright.", José hushes you rubbing your back carefully.
"Why did he do this?", your voice strains to sound loud enough, but you fail and break down crying.
"I don't know...don't cry, he'll be alright."