Animals (Martin Garrix Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

It felt so good to have his lips on mine again, he made me forget everything. He tangled his hands in my hair and I slowly ran mine down his back and up his shirt, feeling my way to his torso. I felt him shiver when I ran my hands over his chest.

I rested them there as his hands wandered down to cup my face and deepen the kiss as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I was tingling all over when his hands slid down my back and onto my bum.

I felt my mind cloud over, forgetting everything, even that I was in a bathroom making out with Martin Garrix because - wait. I tore away from him and his amazing body as fast as I could, stumbling backwards.

"You. You always do this to me. Why? You always, you always, and I fall for it every time...," I trailed off, trying not to let the tears come.

He did it again. Goes and sucks the face off whatever blonde chick is available, then I get angry about him doing random rude things and he thinks a kiss is going to fix everything. I looked down at my lap, not willing to meet his eyes.

I felt utterly disgusted by myself. Letting him kiss me when he'd just been making out with Blondie.

"Why do you always do this, Martin? Why do you keep going back and forth between these other girls and me? One minute I'm everything you want and the next I'm "nothing special" because these other girls are blonder and wear more makeup. Why can't you either choose me or leave me alone?"

I raised my head to see him staring intently at me. "I can't leave you alone, Chloe." I sighed. "Well, it seems pretty easy for you to leave me, period, when another girl comes along with curly blonde hair and huge boobs."

"I'm sorry."

I shook my head in confusion, "What? Really?" He nodded slowly. "Yes. Look, I just get jealous really easily, I mean... I like - I mean, I don't hate you, Chloe, and it bugs me because I think I'm not good enough for you, so I go after some other girl. But I'm always gonna come back to you."

"You think.... you think you aren't good enough for me? Martin, have you met you?" He smirked and nodded, "Yes, I am pretty good, but you know what I mean. I usually go for girls that are easy and I can just steal a kiss from, but you... Look. I promise you, I'll try my best to never leave you only to come right back." He paused before spinning around and dashing out the door, "I have to go."

I sank down on the ground, putting my head in my hands. He likes me. He actually does, but he's too afraid to admit that aloud to me, that he doesn't want me to be just another kiss for him to steal in a corner.

I opened my magazine again to the page with our photos. That look of adoration on his face wasn't fake, it wasn't acting. It was real. He liked stealing kisses from other girls, but he loved getting kisses from me.

We got home at about midnight, and we both went right to bed, barely able to stay awake long enough to put pajamas on. I crawled into my soft bed and heard Martin climbing into his across the hall. I fell asleep immediately, but it was a long and fitful sleep, full of the same nightmare that wouldn't stop.

But it was a different nightmare than the one I'd had a couple nights in a row now. In this one, Martin never appeared and I had no chance against the men, of which there were 3. After that the same thing happened. I started screaming and Martin came to comfort me (in the real world, not the dream).

"Chloe, wake up, it's just a dream. "Chloe!" I felt a pair of soft, loving lips on mine. Kind, not greedy and selfish like the ones in my nightmare. I kissed back gently, not wanting it to end, but as soon as Martin felt me responding, he pulled away.