THE REAL~ MARTIN GARRIX~

Chapter 86

Minerva POV

We are sitting at the park in a quiet dark place. We aren't here to make out or look for drugs dealers. We don't want anyone to see Martijn.

"You would have been cold with that dress" he tells me.

"Thank you for telling me, actually... I'm cold with jeans"

"Are you cold?" he asks me while already taking off his jacket.

"No no no, you have to keep it on, or you will be sick" I stop him pulling the jacket over his shoulders.

"Then come closer to me, I will warm up your legs, mine are hot"

"Thank you"

I take a seat really close to him and he brings my legs over his, gently rubbing his hand back and forth.

"I think I know why I came back that night, you know" he tells me while looking at the sky above us.

He starts telling me
"When I left the crowd when we first met, I thought 'hey, let's hope this girl doesn't mind me joking' because of the intentional butt slap. 'it would be the end of my career if she denounces me at the security'. But then you DM me and I knew you didn't mind joking with me. And I love this kind of people "

"Actually, that's what I thought I was going to do, but in the end I decided to avoid it because 1, I thought I wasn't going to see you ever again and 2, it was actually funny"

"What a great friend I have.... She was ready to throw me in jail" he says nudging my arm.

"Martijn, you still were a stranger to me"

"But I still was Martin Garrix and you knew that"

"Mh. Good point... I guess you were just lucky"

He happily embraces me with his right arm over my shoulders and pulls me towards his chest, thing that allows me to rest my head on his shoulder.

He's playing with my hair, twisting them over his fingers and letting them fall on my back again.

Then he asks me
"I actually never asked you. But..... Where's your family? You never talk about them"

Actually, he's right. I never told him about my parents.

"Oh, well. My parents live in Utrecht, I am from Utrecht actually. But you know, I had to move to Amsterdam to study.
We only meet for the festivities, even tho we still are pretty close"

"Oh, really? I went to school in Utrecht" he says.

"I know! That's really close to my parents house"

"No way..... Hahaha"

Suddenly a really cold gust of wind overwhelms us, and we realize that the temperature is dropping.
Oh... No!

Thunders.

I am basically paralized.

Martijn gets up from the bench and says
"We better go home before it starts raining"

He starts walking away and I want to follow him, but..... I can't walk. I'm too scared.

He notices that I'm still sitting on the bench and he comes to get me.

"Minerva? Is everything okay?"

A thunder lights up the sky and, needless to say, I'm trembling.

"Oh my God, I forgot! You are scared of thunderstorms" he says helping me to get up from the bench and making me follow him.

I'm grabbing onto his arm and walking to keep up with him, but when it starts raining Martijn runs and I can't with high heels!

So he just picks me up and runs to the apartment's building.

"I like you better without high heels now" he says still running.

We eventually reach the entrance of the building, but we are wet.
We enter and go upstairs to the last floor, or better to say that Marty carried me to my house.

In the mean time I took out my keys, in order to open the door faster.

As soon as we get in, Martijn removes his shoes and my shoes, and then walks to the bathroom.

"Take off wet clothes, unless you want to catch a cold" he says removing his jacket.

While taking off my jacket too and drying my hair with a towel, I have to thank him for carrying me here.

"Thank you for your taxi service"

"Oh, don't worry. It was fun"

"Yes but I made you ruin your clothes"

"They would have gotten wet anyway, but you would still be out there dripping wet" he keeps taking while taking off his t-shirt.

He might not have abs but.... He's handsome. And I don't want to hear anyone saying otherwise.
"Oh and..... Minerva?!" he calls my name to get my attention.

I was taking off my jeans, but I stop to look at him.

"I... I'm sorry for forgetting about your fear of thunderstorms"

"It's ok. I actually don't know why you already got this information...."

"That time on the phone. You were up at 3 AM with a thunderstorm, alone in the house"

'Oh right, I'm dumb ', I think slapping my forehead. Martijn's lips bend into a smile and he takes off his jeans too.

We put our wet clothes into the washing machine and turn it on immediately, since is full and everything we wore is black.

We leave our jackets to dry next to a radiator and go to our room.

"Wow.... Listen to the rain tapping on the windows" he says and shuts his mouth to listen at water droplets running down my window.

"To be honest, I hate that. My mind races to the thunderstorm thing and... It makes me feel uncomfortable"

"So... You don't fall asleep with rain sounds?"

"No"

He takes off his socks, which was the last item of clothing beside underwear, and gets in my bed covering his body with the duvet.

"I will make you love rain.... If you join me" he says patting on the covers.

I don't know why, but this sounded dirty to my ears. Anyway......

I enter my walk-in closet and put on something for the night. Since we will keep each other heated, I just put on my pj's top and stay only with my panties.

Martijn won't get dirty, and even if he did, at this point I don't see anything bad in that.

I walk back into my room and to the bed where Martijn is waiting for me. I get under the covers and he immediately grabs me by my hips, pulling me onto him.

"Now..... Listen to the water droplets...." he says embracing me in an hug and playing with my hair, giving me gentle strokes with his fingers.

I think he's trying to make me love rain for real, but I'm drifting off to sleep thanks to his welcoming hands.

Hands that mixed with these sounds are just great....