Between us ~ Martin Garrix

Chapter three - normality

(Lily's POV)

Weeks passed by of a normal life. The first time in my nineteen years I'd felt the beauty of normality - no fear, no pain, no anxiety, just pure happiness. I reached my deep olive arm out of the pale blue duvet, warming atmosphere thrilling me as the heating of my home outweighed the blizzard outside. Reaching through the still dawning bedroom for my phone, I felt the vibration stop as my hand finally touched he cold screen.
"Lily, get out of bed!" A giggling male voice spoke down the phone.
"Good morning to you too, Lester," I laughed in response, yawning slightly.
"No time for that, you need to get your ass here now, my shift needs covering! Josie has gone into labour!" He screeched down the phone in sheer joy and fear. Josie was Lester's girlfriend, who was evidently pregnant with their first child. She was a calming lady, bobbed brown hair and strong bone structure on her petite face. I liked her, although I had only met her once.

After having the worlds quickest shower, I towel dried my curly brown hair as best as I could, knowing it would only get soaked in the winter storm anyway. Rushing my concealer and mascara, I threw on my black work T-shirt and some fleece lined leggings, grabbed a hoodie, and ran.

"All I'm saying is, if all girls can get, presentable, that quick then why can't Natalie?" Simon eyed me up and down, laughing as I hunched out of breath over the ghosted bar. It was still early in the day, but it was quieter than I'd seen it yet. Just myself and the tall blonde boy behind the bar, a couple of old ladies drinking coffee by the fire, and a few men sat in the far corner.
"Because I imagine Natalie wants to look a little bit better than - this," I laughed, gesturing my soggy, basic attire. Natalie was one of a kind; Simons girlfriend who was much different to Josie. She had shoulder length candy pink hair, tattoos up her arm and a constantly made up face, looking like she'd been a model for every good makeup artist in the world. I felt ashamed next to her.
The afternoon passed by rather uneventfully. Every few minutes, we'd both be checking our phones for updates from Lester, but nothing yet. I yawned through the busier evening, wishing home time would come only slightly quicker. I loved my job, I loved the company I had, but I was cold and I was tired. Sitting myself on the corner of the bar, I rubbed my eyes.
"Why don't you go home and get some sleep? You look shattered" Simon shrugged. I laughed quietly.
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" I questioned, knowing full well he would.
"There's nothing I can't handle, Mrs Garrix," he winked. I rolled my eyes, but soon stopped when I noticed the blue eyed boys dropped face.
"What? What's happened?" I panicked, following his eyes around myself and to the familiar face behind me. A face I could recognise from miles away. Those turquoise grey eyes, the messy stubble and thick framing eyebrows, the effortless brown hair. My heart stopped.
"I don't remember getting married."