Martijn POV

"Oh goodness..... Another pic of Minerva...." Watse says staring blankly at his computer screen.

"How many insults???" I ask him, getting ready to hear a lot of bullshit from someone that doesn't even know how special my girlfriend is.

"Actually..... None. Miné..... But, this is a selfie!"

What is he talking about? Did Miné take a pic with someone?

"What? You took a selfie with a girl?" I ask her looking at her pic on Watse's MacBook, maybe being a little too rude. Oops.... I shouldn't use this voice tone.

"Umm... Yes. She recognized me as your girlfriend"

"Ughhh! You should have told me earlier! My God. Garrixers already know everything. Shit! I can't keep anything for myself..."

Turning my head to face Watse, I ask him
"How can we hide something like this??? Impossible"

"Why? You really want to hide this? Miné?..... " Watse says moving his sight to the girl next to me.

When I turn around, she's not sitting at the table anymore. I spot her running away upstairs.

"What?" I ask myself, but I actually spoke loudly.

"Martijn.... She was crying...."

I immediately get up from the chair and excuse myself with Jessica. She's here to make a deal for an huge H&M collaboration. And I couldn't be happier, but right now my girlfriend is my no 1 concern.

I sprint upstairs to try to catch her before she locks herself in my room, but sadly she is too fast.

"Miné! Honey..... Please"

"I'm not doing anything! OK?!" she says sobbing from the other side of the door.

"No, Bae. Please.... Let me in"

"That's not the point Martijn!"

She starts crying, and her heavy sobbing is breaking my heart.

"Help me to understand then! Open the damn door"

"No...."

"I don't want to hurt you. You know that, right?"

"You already did...."

Her voice tone causes my cheeks to wet too. I can't understand why she is crying, why she's running away.

"Hun.... Please... Let... Let me in" I ask sobbing and sitting on the floor in front of the door.

Minerva doesn't even answer. She has been silent and sobbing now and then for the past 5 minutes.

But then, I hear the door unlock and she opens the door.

After a couple seconds, I get up from the floor and walk in, finding Minerva with wet cheeks sitting on my bed.

I think that my heart just sunk down into the ocean.... I don't want to see her like that.... I hate to see her crying, let alone if that's because of me.

"I am so sorry... I don't want to be the cause of your crying. But please.... Help me to understand.... I'm dumb"

She looks into my eyes, revealing everything she's feeling immediately. There isn't sadness in that sight. She's disappointed... Which is way worse, if you ask me.

"Why.... Why do you want to hide all of this?" she asks me.

Oh. That's..... That's....

I don't know what to say.

"I would like to answer.... But there isn't an answer. I actually would love to share this with everyone... But I somehow don't want to at the same time"

"That's because I'm not a model, I'm sure about it. I will always be the 'not so cute' one. And you will be the one who is handsome and has the ugly girlfriend"

Again? Oh goodness! At this point, I don't know what to do. This is her worst fear. Her major insecurity. But she doesn't see how beautiful she is... How strong... How wise she can be.

"Minerva..... I don't know how to deal with you. How can I make up for that? Just tell me"

"I want you to explain why you want to keep this a secret then!"

"It's because I want something special, intimate, just between me and you. I've never had a girlfriend without anyone knowing and that's frustrating"

"So this isn't because of me?"

"Oh come on honey. Who wouldn't like to be with you? I'm actually scared of losing you because..... Look at your beautiful face, anyone could fall in love with someone who has your heart"

Minerva gets up from my bed and walks towards me, crying again.

"I shouldn't have taken that pic with the girl.... I'm sorry, that's my fault"

"No, it isn't hun.... They already knew everything... That's not your fault...."

"I'm sorry...." she says looking for my arms.

I gently wrap her in an hug and hold her tight to my chest, kissing her forehead as she's resting her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for using such a rude voice tone.... I can't control myself sometimes"

"Let's just forget everything and start from the beginning, ok?" she suggests, loosening her grip on my waist.

"I'd say..... Let's start our journey instead....."

I take out my phone from my jeans pocket and sit on the bed with my girlfriend. I open Instagram and touch the + icon to post something.

I select a few pics we shot together on the terrace a few days ago and give my phone to my Miné.

"Add a caption.... I'm the worst when it comes to that"

"No.... Marty you don't have to do it if you don't want to"

In the end, I just grab her finger and make her post our pictures without a caption. Not that it was needed....

"But.... What if they don't like me?"

"You are my girlfriend, not theirs. And it's absolutely not possible for them to hate you. So.... Everything ok now?"

She nods, placing my phone back into my pocket and hugging me tightly.

"I'm so sorry for making you cry...." I tell her fixing her hoodie on the bottom part.

"I'm sorry for looking like a mess!"

"Then, since you already look like a mess, can I mess you up even more with kisses?"

"But there are Watse and Jennifer downstairs....."

"Aw, shit. You are right. Then tonight we will go out for dinner, like a normal couple"