DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Moonlight (Martin Garrix × Tiësto)

[Contains angst.]

(Martin's POV)

   I trust Tijs, very, very much. So much I would leave my life in his hands. But things have been off. I've seen him hang out with a guy named Neil. Everytime we would go to a club, we'd play at a festival, or even just go to a friend's party, he would be there. They would bond so well and there were even times he just flat out ignored me to be with him. Usually I would shrug it off since I'm not the jealous type, but this would go on for hours. I hated it but I knew he wanted to spend time with others as well. 

   We're going to one of his friend's parties since it's Saturday and there's nothing to do. And of course, Neil was there. On our way, I planned out any way to remove Tijs from Neil's sight, just so I could spend time with him too. But he would never cheat, right? We parked in front of their house and got out of the car.

"Tijs?" I asked, "Ja?"

"Je zei toch dat Neil hier zou zijn?" I asked.

"Ja, waarom?" He told me.

"Ik vroeg me af. . ." I mumbled. We walked inside to find it actually peaceful, there was loud music but not a lot of dancing.

"Well, I'm gonna go find Neil, I'll see you soon," He said before walking off into the crowd. I sighed and walked off the bar to drink my sorrows away. 

   I watched other couples talk, laugh, dance, and I just wondered if that was me and Tijs, dancing without a care in the world. My phone rang, it was Sonny, I answered reluctantly.

"Hello?" I answered in a groggy tone.

"Let me guess, you're drinking again?" He asked. I took a swig of the tequila in my hand.

"Yep, and let me guess again, Tijs isn't with you?"

"Mmhmm," I murmured. 

"You know if it really bothers you, why don't you just speak up to him about it?" He asked.

"Because I don't want to bother him about it. Surely there's a reason why he talks with him so often!" I complained. 

"Martin, you've got to talk to him about it, otherwise the both of you will be unhappy,"

"Oh yeah? Doesn't seem like he's bothered by it. . ." I mumbled the last part. I stared at him from across the room, he seemed to be having a better time than trying to talk about anything that's wrong.

"Maybe it's just me and I'm just being clingy. . ." I groaned quietly. 

"Come on! The Martin I know would always take a challenge whenever given, this time you gotta do it in the name of love,"

"Really?" I was more than annoyed that he kept using my song titles as references.

"Well you get my point!" He said.

"Fine!" I immediately hung up before sitting up from the bar. I walked my way towards Tijs who was sitting with Neil, arm around him and everything. Neil was my height but maybe shorter. 

"Tijs," I called his name. He looked up at me and stood up.

"What's up?" He asked. 

"Don't act dumb. You know exactly what's up," I gave a glance at Neil, who was confused.

"Is it Neil? I asked you if there was something wrong and you just said no!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't want to ruin your little fun with him! I knew you would've complained if I had said yes!" I argued.

"No I wouldn't!" He retorted.

"Oh don't act stupid! You totally would!" I shouted.

"I knew you would cry about it! It's one of your qualities that I hate the most!" He exclaimed. 

"I hate how damn clingy you are!" He shouted.

"Clingy? Who let you go and hang out with him for 3 damn months?! I did!" I yelled.

"Who kept griping whenever I went and called me every minute to see if I was cheating? You did!" He shouted back at me. I then slapped him straight in the face.

"Fuck you. . ." I mumbled before storming out the house. I took his car back home, not like he was ever gonna go home with me anyways.

   I cried on my way home, I couldn't handle the sadness and anger brewing inside me. Once I got home, I went straight to my bedroom and cried my little blue eyes out. I watched the plants sway in the midnight breeze, the stars twinkle in the bare night sky, and water in the pool shimmer quietly. I felt lonely and cold without Tijs holding me, wiping my tears and telling me everything was alright. I cried more knowing I single-handedly broke his heart into little pieces. I heard the door knob rattle before the door opened.

"Martin?" I heard Tijs's voice. I cried more at the sound of his voice. I felt him sit on the other side of the bed. 

"Hey," He put my hand on my shoulder. Every second of him touching me felt so relieving, but I was supposed to hate it. 

"I. . . I don't want this. . ." He said.

"I feel really bad that I said all that stuff back there. I get lost in those types of moments and I get carried away, please, I still love you, Martin. . ." He apologized.

"You know how many times I've been called clingy? The only reason I act that way is because I have a fear of losing somebody I trust and love, do you understand how scared I got when I was arguing with you?" I asked him. He stayed silent.

"I was terrified my overreacting would split us apart and I can't control it. I overreact when I feel uneasy about relationships and it ruins relationships which triggers my fear, I'm in a constant state of paranoia!" I cried. 

"Martin," His voice cracked, it showed his sincerity.

"I've never felt good enough for anyone. I look like this figure who knows everything when I know nothing about what others want. I thought I wasn't enough for you, for anyone. I've made so many mistakes and accidents I can't take back and they've deprecated me down to what I am today. I wanna love you with everything I've got and never stop for anybody!"

"We both got our insecurities, and we've just got to accept them and love them. . ." He mumbled. I sat up and looked at him, he had genuine tears running down his face. My eyes just filled with tears that I couldn't control. I scooted towards him and leaned against him. He lifted my hood and looked at my drowsy, wet, face.

"You look so beautiful. . ." He smiled at me. He kissed me softly on the lips. I sat on his lap and he held my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"Would you ever leave me?. . ." I asked.

"When you can see the air," He told me. I giggled lightly before snuggling into his chest.

"You are my moonlight, Martin," He whispered.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"My love," He said.

"Or would you prefer maanlicht?" He asked.

"Ik geef de voorkeur aan maanlicht. . ." I smiled.

   We laid down and cuddled for what seemed like years. We kissed, sweet talked, and complemented our insecurities. I eventually fell asleep, knowing he loves me and I love him, knowing he tells me everything will be alright.