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Simple Fight, Simple Soloution - Martin Garrix and Y/N

A/N- Sorry it’s short and to whoever requested this if you hate it and think it sucks (you probs will), I officially give you permission to demand a re-write :)

Request by anonymous - one where we have a fight over his jealousy and possessiveness and how i don`t like that and eventually he apologises

Enveloped in silence and darkness, you lay on the bed. Your eyes were locked on the ceiling. It was late. Very late. He lay next to you. Fast asleep. You couldn’t sleep though. Not after tonight, you were sick of this. Sick of him. You didn’t hate him. You loved him not that you had ever told him because he kept doing this. Every time you left the house. Everywhere you went. You always ended up fighting. A loud sigh escaped your lips, interrupting the silence. You turned to face him. He looked so peaceful as if he hadn’t ruined the night. As if he hadn’t gone overboard. Slowly your eyelids fell closed as you tried to drift off into a deep sleep.

You had a hard night and soon little glimmers of the sun graced your eyes. You got out of bed and went straight to the kitchen. Sat and watched the sky become illuminated by the sun. The clock ticking was a calming sound as you waited. You decided to make breakfast. A meal for two. Standing at the stove you cook up some pancakes. Soon enough toned arms made their way around your waist. A soft kiss was planted on your shoulder. “Hey babe.” A smile appears on your lips but quickly fades, you just keep cooking. Keeping your focus away from him. Once finished you place the pancakes down on the table. Sitting across from him a sigh escapes your lips. “Are you okay?” He asks, oblivious to your feelings. You simply shrugged. “Y/N.” “We need to talk.” You bluntly respond. Simple words that usually bring pain. “Sure what?” You watched as he stabbed his fork into the pancakes, almost wincing as if they could feel something. Feel pain. “We need to stop.” Your voice was weak and hesitant. “Stop what.” “This. Us, if you’re gonna keep acting the way you do I can’t be with you.” He almost chocked at your words. His mouth somewhat agape “Wait what?” “This needs to stop.” How much clearer could you be? “But…” By this time you were ready to leave the table. Walk away with tears in your eyes but your legs weren’t cooperating. “What have I done wrong?” He asked meekly. You sighed again. “I’m just tired of the way you’re acting, you let your jealousy get the best of you all the time and I’m sick of it. We can’t even have a nice night out because you always ruin it.” “But I thought you liked it when I got jealous.” A smirk rose on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “There’s a fine line between jealousy and possessiveness and you cross it constantly. I can’t even look at another guy without you thinking it’s the end of the fucking world.” “Are you talking about what happened last night because-” “No Martin.” You interrupted. “Last night was just that final push, we were just dancing in a night club where people you know…dance? You didn’t have to hit the guy. You’re just lucky he decided to be the bigger man but besides that it’s a constant battle with you each and everyday. You obviously don’t trust me so what’s the point?” You saw the panic in his eyes. Not a thing you saw often. “I do trust you, I do! I just…don’t trust everyone else.” You stood up, your hand hitting the table. Anger flooded your veins. He just wound you up. His ignorance. “Screw them, you don’t need to trust them you need to trust me and I would never do anything to jeopardise what we have but apparently you can’t do anything but that.” “Y/N I’m trying.” You didn’t want to go but you needed to. In response you shook your head “I think we need to spend some time apart.” You walked away. Not looking back until you heard two words. “I’m sorry.” You stopped. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. “For what?” You asked. “For everything.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you continue to walk away. “Okay no. I’m sorry for being such a dick, okay? I know you would never cheat on me so I guess I need to put more faith into you instead of always freaking out. I’m just…scared.” “Scared of what?” You respond, refusing to look at him. “Losing you Y/N.” Your lips curve into a small smile. “Why would that scare you?” “Because…I love you.” First time he had said these and they shocked you. It was like your brain didn’t believe him. You turned to face him and a soft smile was on his face. Tears were in his eyes acting as the evidence you needed. You made your way over to him and gently placed your lips against his. He kissed back. A warm sensation running through you as he pulled you closer. You quickly pulled away. “You love me?” He slowly nodded. “You’re not going to loose me okay, trust me. you can’t even begin to understand how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words but still you need to stop, please?” He gave a firm nod. “Promise?” “I promise.” You looked into his eyes, not convinced but you loved him too much to leave. You head fell to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You stared out the window into the broad daylight. “Martin?” “Yeah” he mumbled “I love you too.”