Love behind the screen. (A Martin Garrix Fanfiction)

The message.

I hung up as soon as I could, and continued through Sarah's profile. "I have to message her" I thought to myself. I just didn't have the guts to.
Come on Martin. You're fucking number 1 DJ in the world and she's put YOU as her interests. And it's on a dating app, the least likely place you'd find someone with a celebrity as an interest. Just fucking message her already.
You know what? I will message her.

Hey, Sarah.
It's Martin Garrix, I couldn't help but notice you on here. You're a beautiful lady and I'd hope to get to know you better!
Please do reply as soon as you get this!

I suddenly heard the knob of the door move. Must be Rob.
"Yo Martijn what's up? you hung up on our call, who is this girl?
"she's dutch, her name is Sarah. She likes me. I'm actually just writing her a message right now to let her know i'm interested"
"Let's have a read of this shit."
I indicated Robert to my laptop, sat open with the message that may change my life forever. He read slowly, with patience and care, literally as if he noted down every beautiful word I had put into this one message.
"This is shit."
"what." I replied.
"You heard me. Utter shit." I was willing to punch Robert in the face right now. "What the fuck is this emotional Shakespeare shit, you sound like a 7 year old girl writing love letters who is also very desperate."
"Are you calling me desperate?"
"No comment."
"Oh sorry Robert, I've never had a girlfriend before, why don't you teach me then?"
"Sure thing." I wasn't expecting him to take this seriously. "First, lay off the You're a beautiful lady shit. You want to let her know she's your type, not that you're the internet creep from the library who plays Atari Breakout who's gonna catfish her."
"She will obviously believe me, i'm Martin Garrix."
"And do you think there's no other Martin Garrix?"
"No."
"You're right, there isn't. But you know what there is? Catfishers. Lots of them. You find them especially on these dating sites and all. You never know even Sarah may be a catfisher but i'm not going to crush your dreams just yet.
Anyways, these catfishers all pretend to be some hot celebrity to con all these vulnerable girls. I'm sure she would be cautious of you."
"Well we will just have to find out about these catfishers, go search my name, nothing will pop up."
"Sure thing Martin fucking Garrix."

Robert went ahead and searched my name. I watched as he typed each letter, one by one. He did it in a way to deliberately annoy me. Typical cunt.
Eventually after a whole minute he manages to type in my name. He presses search and I watch.
219,000 results in 0.12992 seconds
"Ha."
"Shut up."
"I don't see how you're scared of her catfishing you. Like there are way more fake Martin Garrix's than there are of Sarah Van de Burg's. Now let's sort out this message of yours." Robert began to read it once again. "Hey, Sarah. It's Martin Garrix, I couldn't help but notice you on here. You're a beautiful lady and I'd hope to get to know you better! Please do reply as soon as you get this! For fucks sake Garrix. Do you not know how to talk to girls?" There was a short silence. "Nevermind don't answer that. Okay so let's change this shit up a bit."
I watched, as Robert deleted all my hard work, with a smile on my face. I was so close to ripping his eyes out, but I guess it's a good thing he's helping me with this. I mean, he's the one in a relationship, not me.
I watched him slowly type, again. "tap tap tap" he went every time he typed a new letter in. He was doing his slow typing again. I'll tap your fucking face out.
Eventually, he finished. I read.
Hey Sarah,
I know what you're thinking, Martin Garrix messaging me? Must be fake. But I want to let you know it's me, and you seem just my type. I'd like to get to know you better, meet me tomorrow night for dinner?
Sincerely, Martin Garrix.
Don't make it like Shakespeare my ass.

To my surprise, Sarah opened my message instantly. As I read her response, my eyes widened.