So I haven't written anything in a long time and then I heard the song, 'According to You' by Orianthi and I thought that that would be an amazing Nalu story. Also, I have to make Sting a dick for the story to progress, I don't really hate him. He seems like a cool character but I just needed a guy and he seemed perfect.
This will be a chapter fic but I'm really just uploading the first chapter to gage some reactions.
Well I don't own Fairy Tail (if I did NaLu would be a thing already) Hiro Mashima does. Enjoy!
'According to you
I'm stupid,
I'm useless,
I can't do anything right'
*beep beep beep*
6 am and sunlight fell through the bedroom window of a young woman. Her blonde hair spilled onto her pillows as her large brown eyes slowly peeked opened. She reached over, gently tapped her alarm clock, and then got up out of bed. She went over to her window and opened it to greet the sun.
'Okay Lucy Heartfilia, today is your day. He will adore you.'
As she said her chant, she went to her closet and grabbed her black yoga mat. She laid out her mat and settled into her first meditative pose. Crossing her legs and putting both feet on her knees, she stayed in that position enjoying the gentle pull of her muscles. 'one, two, three', breathing deeply she moved to her next position, planting her left leg down till her knee was eye level, she slid her right leg behind her and raised her arms. Her core and legs stretched with this new pose, she kept her breathing mellow and steadied her balance. 'one, two, three'.
This is how Lucy enjoyed her mornings, calming her mind and body with her yoga. Many people didn't understand it (her boyfriend surely didn't) but she felt at peace with her mornings like this. While she did agree that the sleeping in for a couple more hours would be nice, there was nothing like the peace and tranquility she received. Her mind could be at ease and any of the problems that she had all seems to go away. The major flexibility and constant beach-ready bod she was sporting wasn't bad either.
Just as she settled down into her final position, her phone blared from across the room,
'Loving You~
You~
Oh no what should I do.'
She rushed over to it and saw the id light up with Sting. Smiling to herself she swiped the answer key,
"Good morning honey, did you sleep well?"
*yawn* "Yea I slept alright, my back hurts like a bitch and I'm hungry. I went out with the guys last night and didn't get back till late. I don't even know where my damn keys are"
At his words, Lucy frowned, "You didn't tell me you were going out with the guys last night. I mean, I don't mind but-"
"pfft you're not my mom so I don't have to tell you everything. If I want to go out with my friends then I will okay Lucy. Anyways, enough of this topic, what are you doing."
She sighed and decided to let it go. When Sting gets mad then she won't hear from him for a couple days. So she went around her room, cleaning up her mat and making her bed. "I was just doing my morning yoga to wake myself up. I was pretty much done when you called."
"Seriously? You're still doing that shit? That's so fucking werid Lucy."
She finished cleaning her room then sat down on her floor pillows. "Why is it always weird? I love doing yoga. It's because of yoga that I've lost weight and gotten more athletic." She hugged her knees to her chest, tucking herself tighter and tighter in a ball.
"Lost weight my ass, if you'd do an actual sport or even lift a couple weights, instead of that yoga shit then you wouldn't be having so much trouble. Well it's whatever, if you wanna look like that… anyways were still hanging out with the crew today, so I'll pick you up at around 5:30. Try not to be too embarrassing."
"Okay, I'll be ready. I love you Sting"
"Yup, you too." With that he hung up.
Lucy closed her eyes, and silently breathed calming herself. It wasn't the first time Sting told her she looked fat or ridiculed her appearance. They've been together 4 years and it's still the same. Yes, she was used to it by now, but it didn't hurt any less. When she started doing yoga, she thought that he would finally tell her she was pretty. However, it's been 2 years and that still hasn't happened.
Lucy picked herself up from her spot on the floor and started stripping off her clothes. She only slept in a t-shirt and shorts so she made quick work of it. Finally she made it to her full length mirror and stared at her reflection. She didn't blame Sting for saying it, looking in the mirror she saw why he said everything. 'Look at me, my hair would be pretty if it wasn't so frizzy and tangled. My eyes are way too big for my face and they're such a murky shade of brown. My body shape is so weird. My boobs are way too big and my ass is a weird shape. I keep trying to tone my body but it all just looks like crap.'
She sighed then looked at her clock sighing that it was 7:50. 'well, I'm gonna be late'.