DJ's Girl (Martin Garrix Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

*Emily's POV*

29th of August

My baggage is finally on my bed, closed and ready. Another summer vacation has come to an end and I feel utterly disappointed. It has been literally the best summer of my entire life. Summing up in my brain, there's nothing more I could ask for. A serious relationship with my idol, travelling in Europe, shopping clothes that I'd never see back home and more. During this summer, I felt excited, hurt, in love, dejected and extreme happiness at times.

All my previous summer holidays were about staying home and eating my soul out. I was always looking forward to go to school, but now. I could get used to living here.

Two toned hands grab my waist from behind and kiss my neck slowly. I smile as I realise who it is.

"I'm gonna fucking miss you so much" he whispers as he rested his head against my shoulder. I chuckle softly.

"You have said you'd visit me every now and then"

"I'm gonna miss seeing you frequently"

I smile again at his words and turn around to face him. His eyes meet mine and I can see the way they sparkle. He also has that look everytime before he kisses me. That look gives me chills. He leans in softly for a short yet passionate kiss as I do the same. My hands travel at his gorgeous hair and play softly with it. Then I realised I was not going to have this everyday.

"Fuck" I mutter

"What"

"I'm gonna miss you too"

He chuckles before closing the gap between our lips again and kissing me gently. Our tongues wrestle slowly for a few seconds before we pull back.

"How are you doing that?" he asks me suddenly

"Doing what?" I reply confused.

"That. You make me want to feel your lips all the time"

He leaves me with a stupid smile on my face again, having me looking dumb.

"I also wonder what it would feel like to have your lips on somewhere else too"

"For God's sake, Martin" I roll my eyes playfully. "There's no time for any of your dirty pick-up lines." I giggle.

"Okay" he giggles "But I know you think I'm hot"

"That has nothing to do with that" I state, teasing him. He chuckles, rolling his eyes, and hugs me for the last time.

"I love you, stay safe"

"Will do, I love you too"

Letting go of his arms is painful but I have to go. I give him a last peck and head down, in the car. After a few minutes, we left for the airport.

"Is there any possibility to visit Netherlands again next summer?" I ask my parents, beggining for a positive answer.

My mother turns around from her car seat and gives me a smile. I can see my father doing the same.

"We were considering about visiting Europe again" she responds and I squeal in excitement

"But not Netherlands" she adds, and my excitement fades away just like I fell abruptly from a rollercoaster.

"We were thinking about Italy."

My father's words make me sigh in disappointment and roll my eyes.

Seriously now? Italy? How did they come up with that wonderful idea?

"Your father and I thought that since we can afford trips to Europe, we should broaden our horizons with travelling. Italy is a beautiful place and I don't understand why you don't like the idea. You love travelling!"