Martin Garrix Imagines

Bad news and happy endings

*Amsterdam, 4 pm*
Your POV:

"I am on the plane now, I should be at home by 8. ❤"
"Can't wait to see you again. xx*, happy you send the message to Martin.
Martin and his team have been touring in South America for three weeks, the last stop Ultra Brasil. Today is finally the day when your boyfriend of 3 years is coming back again. Over the years you got used to not seeing Martin often, but still there are moments when you miss him that much, that you can't fall asleep, because he is not lying next to you, giving you this feeling of protection and care.

It's around 5 pm when you leave work and start driving home. Your mood at its best you sing along to some Shawn Mendes song, that is playing on the radio. You always sing along while driving home, since time would pass much quicker this way.
Annoyed you turn down the volume as news interrupt your Karaoke.

"A plane, that was flying from Brasil to the Netherlands...", you hear the anchor speaking, immediately you turn the volume up.
"...crashed in Switzerland. Several people were immediately dead, more than ten passengers are still missing. Cause of the crash is still unknown.", you feel your body freezing as you hear the terrible news.
The first and only thought that comes up to your mind - Martijn.
What if Martijn and his crew were on this plane?

Trying to reassure yourself that Martin is alright you take your phone and send Martin a message, asking him, if everything's alright. Every now and then you glance at your phone, instead of finding a message on your screen, you can only stare at the blank background picture, which is a selfie of Martin and you. It is your favourite picture with him, because he looks so happy in it. Whenever you are sad you would just look at the picture and his happy smile would immediately make you feel better again.
The longer you only find the blank screen, the more you feel panic rising inside of you.
No, this can't be. He must be fine.

Putting your phone away you take deep breaths, trying to focus on your drive home. Once you arrive at Martin's flat, where you moved in some months ago, you immediately take your phone again. It's almost 6 in the evening, still there is no message that takes your worries away.
"Hi, are you guys okay?", you decide to send a message to Louis and José, hoping that one of them would reply to your question.
Turning the TV on you take a seat on the couch, the terrible pictures of the crashed plane make your stomach churn in the worst way. There is no way you want to imagine, that your boyfriend was probably on this flight back home. You've been so happy together so far, you simply can't imagine what it would feel like to lose him.

A small piece of hope rises inside of you as you finally hear the ringing of your mobile phone. Without hesitation you grab your mobile phone and answer the call, hoping that Martin's voice would take all your fears away.
"Martijn-", you start, but get interrupted of a voice, that is definitely not Martin's one.
"Hey Y/N, it's me.", you hear your best friend saying happily. Realizing that it is not your boyfriend calling makes your whole world fall apart. You've tried to keep calm, but not knowing, if Martin and his crew are alright makes the hot tears stream down your face. Even though you try to hide your emotions, you break down crying.
"Y/N, are you alright? What's wrong?", Y/Bff/N wonders, her voice filled with worry.
"Y/Bff/N, Martijn-was probably in a-plane that crashed.", you cry, your whole body shivers uncontrollably, it feels like you lost control of yourself.
"What? No, he is surely fine. Try to calm down."
"I don't know what to do. I texted him several times, but he didn't respond me."
"Well it's obvious that he can't respond you, if he's flying home now."
"But he texted me before."
"Hey, calm down. Maybe there is no wifi. Where are you now?"
"At Martijn's home. Can you please come, I can't stand it being alone now."
"Sure, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Try to calm down, I am sure that he is fine.", she says with a soft voice, once you've managed to calm down in a way you end the call.

As your best friend promised you she comes to your place as quick as possible.
You're happy in a way, that you're not alone right now, it's so hard to keep calm when you don't know, where Martin is and if he's alright. Still there is no response and the longer you don't find a message the more you feel the fear rising inside of you.
Time flies fast, too fast. Sometimes you wish you could stay in the moment and enjoy it for an eternity - this time it's different.
Every second feels like a century, it's the worst situation that exists. With every further passed second the fear that Martin and his crew were on the plane becomes even realer.

"What if he was really on this plane? Y/Bff/N, I will probably never see him again...", you choke on your own tears, that are streaming down your cheeks.
"Don't say this, I am sure he is fine. Please stop crying.", your best friend speaks and pulls you in an embrace, trying to calm you down.

*9:21 pm*
Martin's POV:
With red roses in my hand and the suitcase in my other I step in the elevator and push the button for the sixth floor. It's been a long time not seeing Y/N, I've missed her a lot, especially the last few days were really hard without her. Only thinking about seeing her again makes my stomach flutter in this special way only Y/N does to me.
Once the elevator door swings open I walk to the door and unlock it. The sound of the TV fills the whole flat, trying to be as quiet as possible I make my way to the living room to surprise my girlfriend.
"Hello, hello.", I speak happy, finding Y/N and Y/Bff/N raising her gazes to look at me with a happy yet shocked expression.
"Martijn, oh my god! Martijn!", Y/N cries jumping up from the couch and latching onto me while tears stream down her face.
This is a reaction I wouldn't have expected.
"Baby, why are you crying? Did you miss me that much?", I ask her with a smile and run my hand through her soft hair.
Instead of getting an answer Y/N continues crying, her body that shivers uncontrollably tells me that something terrible must have happened. Trying to calm her down I carefully rub her back, her sobs gradually die away.
"Baby, are you alright? What happened?", I ask her now, hoping to get an answer.
"Why didn't you text me back? I thought that you are dead...", she whimpers.
"What? Why should I be dead?"
"Didn't you hear about the plane crash?", Y/Bff/N asks me pointing at the TV.
Seeing the footages of the wrecked plane explains me why Y/N is crying.
"Baby, my phone battery died, that's why I didn't text you back. I am fine, please stop crying.", I whisper and cup her face to look in her teary eyes.
"I was so scared.", she sniffs pulling me closer to her.
"It's alright, you don't have to be scared anymore.", I whisper and plant a kiss on her forehead, making her raise her gaze to look at me. Before I can react I feel a warm sensation taking over my lips, urgency yet tenderness making this kiss special, one of those kisses which are meant with the whole heart.
I've missed her a lot. Finally I have her back again by my side.

*Later that night, 11:48 pm*
Your POV:

It's been a long day, probably one of the most intense days in your whole life. You had never thought that some incident could make you feel that worried and scared, those few hours were the pure hell to you. Yet this was another proof to you, how much you actually love your boyfriend. At times, when Martin is on tour or very busy, you would ask yourself, why you are staying and not trying to find a boy, who can spend more time with you and pay much more attention to you than Martin probably can. Even though it hasn't been always easy, you never wanted to leave him. Your affection for him is simply too big.

It's already late in the night, the adrenaline is still rushing through your veins, so Martin and you just relax in the living room.
While you sit comfortably on the couch, Martin lies on the couch, his head leaned on your lap. It's been a long flight for him, so you just let him rest now.
"Baby?", you ask, attracting Martin's attention by looking in his eyes.
"What is it, baby?", he yawns cuddling up to you and closes his eyes.
"I just wanted to say sorry, if I ever told you some bullshit that upset you. I know that I can be such a bitch sometimes. I hope you can forgive me.", you tell him honestly while you run your fingers through Martin's soft hair.
"What, why are you saying this? Baby, I am not upset, it's okay.", he smiles flashing you an adorable look.
"You know today I just realized how unexpectedly life could change within some moments. I thought that I lost you and now I just want you to know, that I am sorry for everything I did to you. I am so happy to have you.", you try to express your feelings, but it feels so hard to tell him what you really feel. Your love is stronger than any word you could tell him.
"I am sorry that I caused you such big fear. I can imagine, what you've been through.", he says getting a hold of your hand.
"It's not your fault. I love you so much.", you respond pecking his lips.
"I love you too. I promise you I'll never leave you."