Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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Both my phone and my jaw dropped to the floor. Metaphorically obviously, although my phone really did fall, but right now I was too taken back to react.
"​They say that if you look too hard for someone, you won't find them. It's when you're expecting it the less that it actually happens."

This, my friend, is true.

I gasped, still not saying anything, as the Dutch boy standing in front of me chuckled.

"Y-you're Mar-Martin Garrix," I said, covering my mouth with my hand.
He was even cuter in person.

He softly smiled with that smile of his that drives me insane, "That's me!" 

I didn't know what to do or say. 
Should I cry? Should I scream? Should I push the emergency button to make the elevator stop and make him stay with me? Help?

All I knew was that I was making a fool out of myself and that we would soon be at the first floor, which meant we would soon have to get out. I needed to act fast, I swallowed and nervously laughed.
"Yeah, I'm kind of in love with you," 
Oh dear.
"What?" he asked, smiling amusingly. 
"What?" I said, feeling like punching myself.

I can't believe I just said that, I just can't even deal with myself right now, I'm just going to shut up.

"So I'm guessing you're fan?" he asked, amused.
"Yeah, you could say that," I awkwardly smiled, hiding the fact that I actually knew everything about him.

Just as we were about to reach the second floor, the elevator stopped.
It wasn't even on the second floor yet, it was in between the third and the second.

Well.

I was kidding when I wanted the elevator to stop. Now that it actually did, it's even more awkward.
"What just happened?" he asked, making his way towards the buttons.

He pushed on the button that indicated the first floor, and waited for something to happen, but the elevator didn't move at all.

Oh no.

"I-I don't know"
I pressed on the "help" button numerous times, as panic rose in my voice.
Me being a little claustrophobic, I was starting to freak out.

"Hey," he said, grabbing my hand, "Calm down, it'll be okay, don't worry" he softly smiled, sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, bringing my hand to my mouth, backing away.

"Hello?" someone said through the microphone of the elevator.
"Yes, we're stuck in the elevator, could you please get us out of here?" Martin said, leaning on one of the walls.
"Wait a moment please," the voice said.

I sat down on the elevator's floor, and sighed.
"Claustrophobia?" he asked, frowning.
I nodded. "A little,"

He sat down next to me and gave me a warm smile.
"Don't worry,"

"Hello?" the voice said, again.
"Yes?" Martin replied.
"We're really sorry for the inconvenience, but our technicians are working on it, all of our elevators have stopped working at the moment and we have estimated a total of 2 to 3 hours to get them to work again,"

Martin cursed under his breath, "Ok, thank you,"
"That long? It's Christmas Eve!"
"I know," I replied.

Honestly, I would rather be stuck in an elevator than being downstairs. I'm with Martin Garrix, for 2-3 hours! A lot can happen in that amount of time. I suddenly felt like a burden, because he obviously had something better to do than being stuck in a tiny elevator with a fan who knew way too much about him. That's what being a fangirl is, I didn't choose the fangirl life, it chose me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, playing with the bottom of my dress.

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault, and at least I'm not alone," he grinned, looking at me.

"I know, it's just that spending Christmas Eve with a total stranger must not be what you had in mind,"

"Yeah, but spending it with a cute stranger makes it better than just any regular stranger," he said, slightly smirking.

I looked away, blushing and brought my knees to my chest. He just called me cute. Martin Garrix just called me cute, I literally wanted to tweet to my 937 followers on twitter that Martin Garrix just called me cute and that I'm stuck in an elevator with him, but that would be pretty creepy. I looked down at what I was wearing and felt a little self-conscious. I was wearing a black skater dress and I hadn't done anything to my hair, it was slightly waved and I had applied one coat of mascara before leaving, I wasn't anything special like my sister was. She looked like she was dressed for a red carpet even next to me. Maybe Martin tried to be nice, but I ain't buying it.
I'll still brag about it to my friends when I get home though.

We talked for a while and it wasn't awkward like I thought it would be. We even took a few selfies with his phone. I was freaking out inside the whole time, except I don't think he noticed. I was trying to stay calm, and even though I suck at conversations, especially with attractive people, I still managed to sound normal. Then again, my definition of normal could be totally different from his.

We talked a lot about his music, and I learned a lot from him. 

"Are you coming to Sweet Dreams on friday?" 

"I wish! But I can't, I'm not old enough," I said, frowning.

"Who cares, I'd have to ask my manager, but I'm pretty sure I could get you back stage," he grinned.

"Are you kidding? That would be awesome, I've been wanting to go to one of these since I first took interest in composing tracks," 

"Really? How many tracks have you created?" he asked, suddenly taking a lot more interest in what I was saying.

"I don't know, about a hundred I think," I said, suddenly regretting bringing my tracks up.

"You have to let me hear some of them!" he grinned.

I smiled at how he was suddenly really excited, but at the same time I really didn't feel like showing him any of my tracks because I had never let anyone besides my best friend and my parents hear them. Of course my parents acted like they cared, but I'm pretty sure deep down they didn't. But who knows? My best friend has only heard one, and it was an accident, but at least she had a good reaction.
But those people I showed my tracks to didn't really know anything about composing tracks, so they couldn't really tell if it sucked really bad.

That's Martin Garrix. He's one of the greatest DJs in the whole world and his tracks are absolutely flawless. 

"They're not that great, I mean I-

"I don't mind, please show me? I'm sure they're really good!" he smiled, almost begging me.

"Ok, but don't judge ok?" I said, grabbing my earphones and my phone. 

I chose to let him hear my favourite track, which I didn't even have a title for yet, I just knew the order of my tracks because of how many times I've played each of them.
I gave him the earphones and clicked on play, biting my lip.

I was extremely insecure at the moment, and I felt like it was stupid of me to actually think that I could become a DJ/producer one day. I had lost every ounce of confidence I had regarding my tracks. Don't ask me why, but the fact that Martin Garrix himself was listening to one of my tracks made me feel kind of self-conscious.

I watched him as he listened carefully to my song, softly moving his head to the rhythm of the song and suddenly he stopped and his face showed extreme confusion. His eyes widened at one point.

Well thanks, my track is so bad it confuses him.

When the song was over, he took off the earphones and gave me back my phone, not saying anything.

"Did you really make that?"

"Um, yeah," I replied, nervously laughing.

"This is one of the best tracks I've ever heard, and I'm being serious,"