Martin Garrix Imagines

He makes you cry

It has been almost two years that Martin and you have been a couple. Your relationship has been good so far, you never worried, that there might be another girl in his life. Compared to the other boyfriends you've had so far, you feel that Martin really cares about you, one of his cute traits you appreciate a lot.
No matter how busy he is, he would always take his time to listen to you and be there for you whenever you feel lonely.

Currently it's October, only two more weeks until the most important week of the year is about to happen - the ADE week in Martin's hometown Amsterdam. The summer season is officially over, but Martin's busy life as Dj makes it hard for the two of you to find some time for each other. The last few days you barely had the chance to have some time with your boyfriend, most of the time he would be in his studio, working all day and night long. You know that the few weeks before the ADE week are the most important ones for Martin to work on new songs, this is why you try not to bother him too much.

*Amsterdam, Thursday, 10:05 pm*
Your POV:
Trying to be as quiet as possible you enter your flat, where Martin and you live together. Assuming that Martin is in his home studio you walk to the living room and place the two boxes of pizza on the table. You can imagine that Martin is hungry, since he hasn't eaten for hours. This is why you decided to buy pizza for the two of you and surprise your boyfriend. Hoping to be able to spend some time with Martin, you leave the living room and start making your way to the home studio, where Martin is most likely working now.
Quiet you open the door, a soft melody echoes in the room as you step inside. Trying not to disturb Martin you approach him and slowly hug him from behind, only some seconds later you are being shoved away roughly.

"Oh god, Y/N you scared me! Why don't you tell me that you're in the room?", Martin asks, annoyance hiding in his voice.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to interrupt you."
"Well, you did now. What do you want!?", he counters, his blue eyes fixated on the screen, not even bothering to look at you.
"Uhm...I bought pizza. I wanted to ask you, if you want some?", you answer quietly, you feel that your presence isn't really welcome in the moment.
"Do I look like I want to eat now?! Y/N, please leave me alone for fuck's sake."
"I am sorry, I was just worried.", you mutter while you feel your heart breaking into million pieces. You're scared of the boy you're standing next to, Martin's has never acted this way before. He never dared to talk to you this way, not to mention taking his frustration out on you.
"You're getting on my nerves, don't you see that I am working? Please just leave me alone.", he hisses putting his headphones on, completely ignoring you.
Without saying anything you leave Martin's studio, you know that he wouldn't even bother listening to you.

Trying to forget about the frustration you walk to the living room, taking your phone in your hand. Pressing the home button, a picture of Martin and you, that you set as your background picture flashes up. It is one of your favourite pictures, José took this one of you, the two of you holding Martin's award for the number one Dj in the world.
For a while you just stare at the photo, thinking back to that day, when Martin became number one Dj in the world.
It's almost one year ago, but it feels like it was just yesterday, that day you were probably the proudest girlfriend on earth.
You shared Martin's happiness, it's one of those memories, that will always remind you, how lucky you actaully are with Martin.

All those cruel things Martin told you slowly start coming back, burying in the depth of your brain. Before you can pull yourself together, a single tear aleady drops on your phone screen. You know that he didn't mean to hurt you, it's the stress that made him talk this way, but still it pains you.
You just wanted to surprise him, but you feel like you did everything wrong.               
It's all my fault.

Martin's POV:
After 10 hours of work I am finally finished with the second of five songs in total.
I've been working on those five songs the whole year, now they just have to get that final touch, it's not easy to satisfy people with new songs. I know that 99% will like the song, but even 1% puts a lot of pressure on me. It's not easy to fulfill people's expectations, especially when you're the designated number one Dj in the world.
The sound of my growling stomach stops me from thinking about all this upcoming stress, I can't even remember when I had the last meal today. After having turned the computer off I get up and want to leave the studio, but my attention gets caught by the award I won last year during the ADE week for number one Dj in the world. Seeing this award still makes me feel so grateful, I've never thought that someday I will be the number one Dj.

Thinking back to that day, my eyes wander from the award to a framed picture of Y/N and me. I can't resist it, but smile at this memory when we almost dropped the award while we were fooling around, trying to find the perfect pose for the picture.
Seeing my girlfriend's smile makes my heart cramp in an unpleasant way as I remember what I just told her when she came in the studio. All those years with her I never screamed at her or took my frustration out on her, it's one of the worst habits people have. The feeling of guilt forces me to leave the room and look for Y/N. Walking the hallway down I seem to hear a silent snivel, I fucked up.

Entering the living room I find Y/N sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands, muting her painful sobs.
At the latest I realize now, how much I actually hurt her with my words.                      
"Baby, you aren't crying, aren't you?", I ask her sitting down next to her.
Gently I raise her head to look at her, her eyes are red and puffy, her skin pale, I can't believe I did this to her.                  
"Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.", the regret finally makes honest words leave my mouth, all I hope is that she can forgive me for being such a dick.  "I am-s-sorry, I shouldn't-have-disturbed you.", she sobs wiping her tears clumsily away.              
"It's not your fault, baby. I am just stressed and tired, I know this isn't an excuse for what I did, but I really didn't want to hurt you. Please forgive me.", I try to explain bringing my hands to her face to wipe her tears away.  "Am I really getting on your nerves?"              "No, of course not. Y/N, I can't tell you, how happy I am to have you. I would have never achieved all this without you. Thank you for staying with such a stupid dick like me.", I respond, making her giggle at the last sentence.

"You must be hungry, do you want pizza?", Y/N asks after a while taking the box of pizza.
"I'd love to. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.", I peck her cheek and take a slice of pizza.
"No problem, I was just thinking that you must be hungry, so I wanted to surprise you."
"I am so sorry that I reacted this way."
"It's okay, please forget about it. Anyway have you already watched Fast and the furious 7?"
"No, I haven't watched any movie in ages."
"What do you think about a relaxing movie night? I can make popcorn and I bought nachos.", Y/N proposes.
"Sounds great. This is the best way to end the day."

Once we have finished eating pizza, we quickly made popcorn and got the nachos before we snuggled in a blanket and started the movie. For a while I watch the movie, but I feel my eyelids getting heavier with every upcoming scene.
"No, baby. Hey, wake up.", I hear Y/N chuckling, her thumb caressing my cheek.
"Mhhh, let me sleep. I am tired.", I mumble burying my head in Y/N's neck.
"Let's go to the bedroom, then you can sleep."
Somehow I force myself to get up and walk to the bedroom, where I slump on the bed and immediately start drifting off.
The last thing I remember is Y/N covering me with the sheets and laying next to me.
"Good night, baby.", she whispers and plants a kiss on my forehead, making me finally fall asleep.