Amsterdam.

- Fools -

"...Oh, our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this
We've got differences and impulses and your obsession with the little things.."

You were tired of him blaming you, you were tired of him not trusting you, telling you you were using him because of his fame and money. Truth be told, you came from a middle class family where all of you had to work hard to earn some money while it was such an easy thing for him, and he did his best to provide the both of you everything, which would eventually backlash. You loved each other, but sometimes it seemed as if it was too late to save what had left of your shattered love.

Wednesday, 00:13

There were clothes everywhere, yours and Martijn's, the bed was still unmade from that morning, your vanity table in the dimly lighted bedroom messy and full of scattered makeup that fell out of the bags. You were fighting again for the same reasons - his trust issues.

-Martijn, I don't get it, how can you think that I want your money when I never asked for any of it! I have my own! - you were trying to calm him down, since he came home drunk again, for the third time that week.

-You are all gold diggers, all of you women! - he held onto the closet door so he wouldn't fall. - You only want me for my fame.

His words stung, of course, but you were trying hard not to show any emotion.

-I don't want the fame, Martijn! - you were getting frustrated since it was already late and you were tired. You knew the neighbors could hear you through the thin walls, but you couldn't convince your boyfriend to go to bed. - I don't care about your fame or money, I love you because of you! I love Martijn Garritsen and not only Martin Garrix.

-Take your things and go! - he tripped over the things on the floor and almost fell a few times. He barely walked. He took one of your shirts and threw it in your face. - I don't want to see you again.

-You don't know what you're saying, you're drunk. We'll talk in the morning. Go to bed.

-Oh, so you could manipulate me later?! - he screamed once again, making you wince. - No, (Y/N), I am done! Leave!

-Fuck you, Garritsen! - you really started picking up all of your belongings until two hours later you were done and almost out the door. A brief knock on the door confused you, it was almost three a.m. You were scared that it was the police and you begged Martijn not to go downstairs, but his usual stubborn and proud self walked down the stairs and opened the door to your neighbors. The older couple was about to ask about the loud noises and screaming, when Martijn interrupted them by sending them to hell and slamming the door in their faces.

-You asshole! - you walked up to him and started hitting his chest while he did nothing. - I hate you! I hate you so much!

-Pack your things and get out. - he pushed you off him.

You grabbed your suitcase and left. Panicking, you called your friend Giaro so he could pick you up.

-I'm so sorry, I know it's late, but I knew you were the only one up in these ungodly hours.

-I'll be there in a few. - soon, a black Mercedes Benz parked in front of the apartment complex and you drove off with the only real friend you had.

You cried on his shoulder while he comforted you. - There, there. It will be okay, you will get back together.

-Only fools fall for him, Giaro.

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I can't even imagine Martijn being like this, but I guess that's the point of writing imagines. Part two coming soon.. Happy or sad ending, what do you think?

We are all practically fools then, because we all fell for this amazing boy who, of course, would never hurt a woman like this in real life.
Xo,

-Dakota.