And here I'm. With the english translation of Crushed Heart. I hope you like it. First time I write a fanfiction in english. Pls don't take drugs. They're bad, destroy your body, your mind and your future.

Originally this is an OS, but I think because of the length I will cut it in parts.

Part 1

She whirled around, screaming with joy and cackling. A strong hand reached down her neck and pulled her against a large muscular body, and a shower of excitement flooded her body, irritating her almost overworked senses. A broad grin graced her features. The man who wanted her grinned at the smug girl. It was almost a pity about her. She was blond, slim, had big brown eyes, and got from Mother Nature the hottest body imaginable. But well, he would not care if she droned on until death and let others, completely strangers, get onto her body. For him, that simply meant that he could enjoy her. Because that she would let him in was clear. She giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him with him. It was amazing that she was able to walk straight so far. But she probably had a certain tolerance that put everything else in the shade. Because he knew this girl was always full. Either she was so drunk that it was a miracle that she had not already fallen dead, or she had been bled with so many drugs that she should already be dead.

The loud bass of the music thundered in his body and the grin on his face widened as she dragged him toward the restroom. His eyes slid over her body. She wore a black leather top, which simply went through as a bra and the black leather belt was so short that he could go through as a wide belt. She also wore large mesh fishnets and knee-high combat boots. Her clothes emphasized her body, this wonderful butt and those full breasts. Her complete appearance screamed for sex and she always seemed to care. Why else would she run around like this? He could hardly imagine another reason. The few people who were here avoided them and she pushed open the door to the men's toilets, dragged him in and ignored the frightened party-goers who were just peeing. She turned, walked backward to one of the cabins, and a lascivious smile lay on her full lips. In the electric light of the dirty lamps, she looked even more finished than in the twitching party lights of the club. It was almost a pity, but it did not interest him, as he pushed her into the cabin with a grin and pushed her against the wall.

Natsu growled annoyed. The noise of the music and the people annoyed him immensely and if Levy had not called him earlier, he would not be here. He would be at home and would sleep, since he had to be back in the police station tomorrow. But what did he do instead? He picked up his best friend. Who already had too much in it. His searching gaze glided over the twitching crowd and for a moment he wondered if he should call his team. Then they could do a spontaneous raid and pick up the store. But he would not do that, he was not keen to disturb his colleagues Scarlett and Fernandez in sex. And so, he pushed himself to the bar.

"Well, if this isn't Dragneel. What are you doing here again?", Mira greeted him and grinned slightly, while she refilled a beer and spent, took the money and put in the cash register. She looked at him expectantly. Natsu frowned.

"Where is she again? Levy said she gave herself 5 lines and 4 joints, "he shouted, drowning out the thumping basses. Mira raised her eyebrows and cursed under her breath. Then she turned to her colleague Loke, who pointed to the restrooms and gave Natsu a murderous look, which he simply ignored. Mira looked at him and Natsu understood. He turned away and pushed through the masses. She was already completely blown and probably going to fuck someone again. How he hated that! It disgusted him, but he could do nothing except pick her up each time. Anger rose in him. She was his best friend and they knew each other since childhood. Skillfully, he avoided a few drunken women who waltzed him, and his footsteps led him to the toilets. She never listened to him and let anyone touch her. No matter who it was. And that annoyed him. Because it would be him who had to buy her the morning-after pill that, who always dragged her to a doctor who picked her up over and over again, saving her from guys who wanted to enslave her ass because she was just hot. And she? She swallowed every drug she could get, no matter how much that destroyed her body. He opened the door to the men's toilets with a curse on his lips. The door slammed against the wall and he heard her moan and a new wave of anger rose in him. He overcame the few meters, pulled the cabin door on, because this was not even closed, and his eyes were on the couple. He did not know the guy, but he knew the sort. They were still in the middle of it and obviously he was not done yet. Her gaze was full of ectasis toward the ceiling as she clung to the wood of the cabin. Natsu clenched his fists, then grabbed the stranger's shoulder and yanked him mercilessly out of the cabin, separating them.

"So, watch out, you wanker. Either you disappear, and I do not give you any more attention, or I put your stinking ass in a cell, right? ", he growled angrily and had already his handcuffs out. The guy opened his eyes, swore and spat on the tiled floor in front of Natsu, then pulled his pants back over his hips and made him come away. And then Natsu felt her slender arms wrap around his stomach and rub herself against him.

"Uhhh, is there anybody jealous?", she asked cooing and before her hands could move on towards his pants, he grabbed them and looked at her briefly. She wore so short clothes that she did not even have to put them down and rage sprouted up in him again. He growled at her loudly, then grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, leaving the toilets boiling with fury, marching in the dark hallway past the party guests. He ignored the confused looks he got, but what did he care? Before she escaped, he preferred to carry her around like a sack of potatoes.

"Natsu!", he stopped for a moment and saw Levy coming to him, followed by Gajeel. And his dark, angry look fixed the little blue-haired one.

"I'll take her home now. Should not you take care of her? Where did she get the drugs again? ", he growled angrily, and Levy looked ashamed. He sighed annoyed and looked at Gajeel.

"If you take her with you in the future, then just make sure that she does not get drunk again. I'm not her fucking boyfriend or her babysitter. I have a job and I can't keep her from the shit all the time", he snapped, turning away and leaving the club. Cold winter air greeted him, and he ignored Lucy's whimpering as he carried her to his car. No wonder she was cold. With the clothes? He felt herself writhing and wanting to get off his shoulder, but he slammed his free hand on her ass, causing her to scream.

"Stop fidgeting, junkie," he snapped, and she stopped. He unlocked the doors, set her down and pushed her into the passenger seat, strapped her on and ignored her gaze. She was groaned, but she still understood his words. That was the problem with her. Lucy had a high tolerance threshold over time, and he could probably give her a crossword puzzle to solve. Even now in this state. Her lower lip trembled and then came the first tears that dripped from her cheeks. He knew his words had hurt her because she did not recognize her problem. Her body trembled and before mournful words came, he slammed the car door, walked around and dropped into the driver seat.

"We're going home, Heartfilia," he growled, locking the doors so she would not jump out of the car while driving because she could no longer bear his company. Because that was something, he absolutely trusted she would do if she could. He strapped himself in and started the car.

She sat snoozing on the bed, still howling as he lay down on the other side of the bed. Pain ran through her body while the effects of the intoxicants subsided. She loved him, but he did not love her. For him, she was just the annoying best friend and a junkie. Why should he love her too? She was scum. He had taken her home to prevent her from injuring herself or jumping off the roof in a hint of depression. She wiped her cheeks and let out a shaky breath.

"Stop crying and go to sleep, damn it", he growled irritably, and she got up, took off her clothes and crawled naked on the bed, studying him. He was so beautiful, and she bit her lower lip. He had turned his back on her. Her eyes slid over the distinct muscles she could see in the dark. Should she try it? Hesitantly, she reached out and when her cold fingertips met his right shoulder, he winced. He turned to her and pushed her away from him. What hurt her and again her tears ran down her cheeks while pain raged in her heart. She just wanted him! Sure, she agreed to strange types, but they all looked like him.

"Dude, stop crying, okay? I'm your best friend, not your emergency nail", he growled, and she pressed her lips tight. All the men she knew would never turn her down. Only he did it. He'd never wanted her that way, never touched her.

"Natsu ...", she started as she knelt on the bed next to him and he growled annoyed, then pushed himself out of bed and she swallowed lightly.

"Look, I have to get up in four hours and go to work, so do not bother me, right? I picked you up and allowed you to run here today. But that's clear. That was the last time, got it? I will never pick you up again or let you sleep here. Would be even nicer", he said, had marched to the wardrobe and threw her a T-shirt.

"Now put on some clothes, crawl under the blanket and finally sleep. And stop crying, damn it", his words were hard and cold. Her body trembled as his words became clear to her. He ... did not want her anymore? He would push her away as her father and her mother had done? Fear grabbed her senses as he rubbed tired over his face, grabbed a blanket and a pillow, and left the bedroom to let her alone. Her throat tightened, and she could not breathe, her hands clinging to the black fabric. She cringed, suppressing her sobs in the fabric of the coverlet.

And, that was the first part. I hope you like it. Pls let me know what you think.