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Rainy Zurich

Six days.

Six days of this never-ending torrential downpour. Six days since I've left the house. Six days since I've last visited the guild. Six days since he had left me. Sitting on my bed. Listening to the comforting sound of the rain.

Alone.

Sure, it was like any other time he'd decided to go on a solo mission, but something about this time was different. Cooped up in the house, with nothing but the little droplets of white noise pitter-pattering against her window pane to keep me company, has given me a lot of time to think. Most of the time, thinking is calming, and one would become more, how to say, 'at peace' with oneself. However;

This is not what happened.

Whether it be the little bucket ever so slowly filling with water from the crack in my window sill driving me crazy, or the vast space and un-eaten food in my fridge, I came to a shocking realization that had me questioning my sanity all together.

I, Lucy Heartfilia, was in love.

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With an idiot.

An idiot that has pink hair and left me by myself, whilst he went gallivanting around trying to find the so-called 'cure' for his motion sickness. (In all honesty, I think it's a croc of crap.)

Natsu is my best friend. That's a given. With everything we've been through, it's no surprise to me.

It was a surprise, however, when in a dream, roughly two months ago, he was wearing his scarf with a suit (Ladies, let's be honest, formal-wear on men is the equivalent to women in lingerie) and whispering things into my ear that made me want to yank that stupid scarf and the not-so-naïve moron in to the nearest alley so I could have my way with him.

So I did. Well hey; they call them dreams for a reason, and I'll be damned if I wasn't going to enjoy it while I could. I mean, come on, have you seen his body? One word. DAAAAAAMN.

It was after that I realized I wouldn't actually mind waking up to Natsu's face in the morning. You know, after a night-long session of passionate love-making. Yeah, that didn't sound too bad.

But, alas, this is the same Natsu who thought fornication was some sort of candy and thinks that romance is a type of flower. But naivety aside, that man is one gorgeous hunka-hunka burning love. (But sadly, burning in the literal sense.)

Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain water ever so slowly filling the bucket was nearly to the rim.

"I wouldn't mind this stupid rain if I had someone with me," I noted to myself. I sighed and walked over to my desk, taking the picture frame with me, and proceeding to sit back down on my bed.

I remember this picture. This was taken my first day in Fairy Tail. A picture of myself and the cute buffoon who brought me there.

'When will you come back to me?' I let out a dry laugh. 'I guess you really are what I never knew I needed.'

Drip. Drip.

'Might as well empty it before it gets to heavy', and with that, I hoisted myself off of my bed and grabbed the bucket, trying not to spill any onto the floor.

I made my way through the house and upon reaching the front door, I unlocked it, brought the bucket back, and heaved in the direction of my front porch . . .

. . . which happened to be the same direction in which of a pre-soaked dragon slayer was at the first step.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me, but instead I get soaked after being already soaked?"

When I look up to find that devilish grin and rather flattened-looking wet pink hair at the bottom of the steps, there is only one coherent thought running through my mind.

I'm glad to say the same thought must've been running through his mind, and although I'm not entirely sure how it happened, I sure as hell didn't mind the outcome.

That outcome, of course, was a scene right out of a movie:

Natsu and I, kissing, embracing, in the rain.

"I'll keep you warm dancing in a downpour, And I will hold your body slowly turning. I'll keep you warm dancing in a downpour. Breathe it in,We'll take it off and soak our skin"

-The Fray, 'Rainy Zurich'

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A bit about the story; RIDICULOUS ROMANTIC CLICHÉ WARNING.I wanted to try just starting with a few one-shots before writing an actual story. So I logged onto Spotify, except I already knew what song I wanted to do. I just needed the inspiration, and sat listening to the song for a while on loop whilst brainstorming. It's rather drabble-ish, not really needing much background, so if you're not that far into the series, don't worry! Well, enough of that, getting off-topic. This technically is a song-fic, but it was used merely as an inspiration.