Hai :)

So, this is going to be my first chapter story for Fairy Tail, the chapters aren't going to be as long as the normal ones I write but I hope they are good all the same!

This is a small story I have thought up while going through my GCSE's, and a little escape from my work when it all gets too much, hopefully if you are also studying it'll help be a little escape to you readers too. :)

I have been writing this Fanfiction while listening to 'Let Her Go' by Passenger ( watch?v=26SDD60m_kY), hence the name of the story, I think it is quite appropriate for the story line, so if you want a listen. Plus, it is a nice song :)

Anywho, enough of my rambling- Chapter one!

I do not own Fairy Tail or the song I have mentioned

Chapter One-

You only miss the sun

It had started off as just one mission. A solo I hadn't heard about until I had asked Mira if she had seen him. I had pouted feeling slightly hurt that he had gone on a mission without asking or telling me, but then shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

He is my team mate, my best friend- yes. But that doesn't mean he is obliged to tell me everything. I trust him, he would have told me if this was important.

He had gone on solo missions before. I have to admit, when Mira had told me this, an odd little jump occurred in my chest. I was worried for him, hoping he would be okay. I didn't know what I would have done with myself if he had gotten hurt. Then I had realized, he was Natsu Dragneel, a Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail. The Salamander.

The person who had saved me, and everyone else, countless times. The reckless, yet amazing and strong willed man who makes me smile whenever I see him and an odd hot flush creep up my cheeks. The person I trusted most in this world. He was going to be okay, why did I worry myself?

And he was okay when he had arrived back from his mission.

He just wasn't okay with me.

Days had turned into weeks, then weeks to months and soon it was a total of four whole months before Natsu and I had been on a mission. Gray, Wendy and Erza had accompanied me on missions. I had even went with Levy on one a few weeks into no missions with Natsu. But I had found it not as enjoyable as I had when I stood alongside Natsu; the thrill of adventure, rush of adrenaline when in the fight and wind blowing my hair. The pure chaos and destruction of property he caused, I may have moaned about it but I had always secretly thanked the stars when it happened and Natsu inevitably broke something, because it proved he was still the same Natsu who had saved me the first day I had met him.

Day by day, I found myself missing the missions more and more. That feeling was nothing compared to the tugging in my chest when Natsu then stopped talking to me. After his first solo mission, he had returned and been a bit distant, but I put it to him being tired. It began to happen more often, though. He would start a normal conversation, even drape his arm around my shoulders and smile an unbelievably amazing smile. Cheeks red, eyes alight and then suddenly he would stop talking and go quiet before walking away hurriedly. Leaving me frowning and wondering if I had said anything wrong.

These lovely yet to hurried conversations which ended with Natsu scurrying away slowly became less frequent. They turned into 'Hello's' or 'Good, you?'s, the occasional 'Goodbye'. He stopped appearing in my apartment after climbing in through the window to greet me when I returned home or just in the pursuit of company or food. He would flinch away from me or leave when I was around. Very suddenly, whenever I was around, he wasn't. I didn't see him now a days, apart from rare occasions when he would approach me and have an almost conversation. As if he was only around to make sure if I was safe, a smile flicking across his lips and his eyes glowing. A few words which sounded so sweet to my ears, and for a moment I actually believed that he cared. Then things were back to normal, but then he would hug me and leave rather abruptly.

Apart from these few and far apart days I find myself craving, the most I would see was the flick of his pink hair or his scarf. I found my heart aching whenever I didn't see him for a long period of time. My chest would ache most days then, even when I did see him and he hugged me briefly, it was torture. Because I knew just as quickly as he embraced me, he would let me go.

I had heard from Gray after I had found him in my apartment one day after I had returned from the book shop in town, that Natsu was still going on missions with him and Erza. Although, recently Gray had turned down accompanying Natsu on a mission because I wasn't there, not thinking it was right that I had been neglected from the missions. Gray had stayed with me talking for a long time that night, about anything. The missions he had been on, Juvia's incessant proclamations of love, Cana drinking yet more people under the table, and even Romeo almost plucking up the courage to ask Wendy out, before Carla had interjected acting like a stern mother and protective father mixed into one small exceed. I had to laugh at a few of his stories, appreciating the effort he was putting in to making sure I was okay.

Before he had left that night, Gray had hugged me and told me everything would be okay, before leaving my home using the door. After he had left, I couldn't help but wish it had been the pink haired Dragon Slayer who had been waiting for me in my apartment when I had returned home, which I had felt extremely guilty for.

Soon, I had stopped going on missions unless it was absolutely necessary for my rent money or someone had specifically asked me to go with them. I didn't feel the drive I once had, and now, I find myself most days staring at the request board as absentmindedly as Nab. I hate it, at least he is waiting for a request 'Only he can do', I just stare at the board waiting for something to catch my eye. Nothing ever does.

I hate it.

I hate Natsu for how he has made me act by not talking, although, as much as I hate to be defeated I could never hate him.

But most of all, I hate myself. For becoming as weak as I once had when I had lived at home with my father. When had I grown so dependent I couldn't do anything without Natsu being around? So needy I would go out of my way in the vain attempt to run into him, to have a conversation with him. So attached I would find myself crying sometimes at the thought that him not being around was entirely my fault. That if it was only me he's avoided going on missions with or speaking too, then it was clearly a fault of my own, wasn't it?

But the most baffling question of them all- when had I allowed myself to fall undeniably in love with Natsu Dragneel?