Memories (Martin Garrix Fanfiction)

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Years

*6 years later*
Martin's POV

   "Martin, wake up." a voice spoke. My eyes opened to a blinding light.

   "What?" I asked annoyed. Couldn't they see I was sleeping? No reply, I just heard laughing. I got more annoyed.

   "What's so funny?" My voice loudly said, in a irritated tone. Louis just slapped his knee. I saw a black marker in his hands... My eyes widened, I got my phone out and opened the camera, and I saw what was funny. My whole face was colored with the black marker.

   "What the fuck Louis!" I yelled, "How am I going to wash all this mess off my face before the plane lands?!" I turned off my phone and ran to the bathroom. I slapped water onto my face, trying to get rid of the marker. I dried my face off with a towel and sat back down. My face was probably a little dark of the black marker. Well, that's a good way to wake me up, I was bored, I couldn't make music because I have no inspiration, and cause I was a little mad at Louis for painting black marker on me face. I decided to delete useless photos off my camera. My fingers typed in the password for my phone and pressed opened the Photos app.

Damn, I just have 94 pictures, my mind said. It was strange though, I had this phone for 2 years, and I downloaded some pictures from long ago from my old phone. I scrolled down to the pictures, and one caught my eye. A girl who looked like she was 12 was posing next to me. Then, it all came into my head.

*Flashback*
"Martijn, there is this good pizzeria I know you'll like." Jose said. She always knew the best places everywhere we went.

"Show me then." I said, I was really hungry, especially for pizza, of course. Jose turned left and we were outside a pizzeria on a corner. Even though we were outside, I could smell the fresh baked pizza. My mouth watered at the smell. Jose got out of the car and I did after.

The pizzera outside was really cool, I had to take a picture of it. As me and Jose walked closer to the restaurant, I took out my phone and took a picture to upload to Instagram. And surprisingly, the picture looked amazing, I uploaded the picture without editing it, and immediately, people liked it and commented. I locked my phone and placed my phone in my pocket. Just as I set foot in the restaurant, I heard shrieks, I looked behind me and fans were running towards the pizzeria.

Jose chuckled "I'll order the pizza, stay here." She said softly with a layer of laugher underneath her voice. I looked around and took a picture with random fans, there were so much, I turned toward the door so I can take pictures with more fans.

I saw a young girl, with her eyes widened. She was a fan, I never saw a fan this young before.

"Do you want to take a picture?" I ask her. She nodded and took out her phone from her pocket. I put my hands through my hair so it looks good in the picture. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me but I saw her eyes turn watery all of a sudden.

"C-can you t-take the picture?" She asked stuttering. It was cute seeing her get nervous around me. I nodded and grabbed her phone, which was already on the Camera app. I hugged her with my arm, holding the phone on the other. Click, I took the photo and gave the phone to her.

"Can we take a photo on my phone? I never saw a fan who is this young." I told the girl, she said yes and I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened the Camera. She smiled, I smiled. Everything felt different with this fan, she felt real, all my other fans who are girls pile on makeup on their face (sorry if this offended you in a way, I feel like it would offend someone, I'm just trying to make the story smooth. That probably makes no sense but again, I'm sorry if this offended you.) I took the picture and she walked away.

*End of Flashback*
I still remember her. I wonder if she still remembers me. I signed, weirdly missing that girl. She probably 18 by now. (Btw Martin is 20 in this story) Maybe I could search for her. You don't know her name dumbass, my mind informed me. Well this is great. It's to much work to search for the girl without a name so I'm not searching for her in a million years.

"Martijn, we're at Los Angeles." Jose told me. That was quick.

Author's Note
Hello guys, this chapter is like the worst, ever. I'm sorry, but I really don't know how to make good books because this is my first book. And I don't have inspiration to make the best chapters I can because my grandma died this week, and I've been really sad. Enough about me, I hope you like this sucky chapter. I promise you, I will improve my writing skills for sure. Im gonna try to update hopefully before Friday. K byeeeeeee 😬

-G❤️