Addicting Love

Lucy is an ordinary girl while Natsu is the leader of a dangerous gang. When Lucy is kidnapped and given to Natsu as a present for his 26th birthday, they end up falling in love. But there is someone who doesn't want them to be together and will do anything to split them up.


5. Staying The Night

Lucy POV

I warily watched him as he went to sat down on the bed.

He gestured towards the rest of the bed. "Do you want to sit down?"

His politeness caught me off guard but I shook my head, not wanting to sit so close to him. "No thank you."

He nodded and drew a deep breath. "Where do I start?"

"From the beginning obviously, idiot," I said, snorting.

He chuckled. "Fine. Today... today is my birthday."

"Um... Happy Birthday?"

He laughed a real laugh and it had a nice ring to it. It was the sort of laugh that made you smile and I almost did too if I hadn't caught myself.

"Well, what does your birthday have to do with it?"

"You were supposed to be my..." He didn't continue. 

"You're what?" I prompted.

He looked up at me, guilt across his face. "My... g- gift."

I scrunched up my face in disgust. "I knew it, you are a pervert." I walked towards the door.

"No please. Listen to me. You said you'd hear me out," he told me.

"I never said that."

Lines etched themselves on his forehead and he looked down at the ground. I don't know if it was my imagination but he looked like he was about to cry. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

I sighed and sat down next to him, not sure why I was doing so. Probably because he looked so sad. "Alright, fine. I promise to stay here until you tell me your story. After that, I'm leaving."

He looked at me, his face hopeful, and nodded. "Okay."

"So, so far, your friends kidnapped me as a gift for you for your birthday. Do they always kidnap girls for your birthday?" I asked.

"No, mostly they get prostitutes," he said. Then quickly added, "But I never, you know, do anything with them. I just pay them and they leave. This is the first time they kidnapped a girl for my birthday. I don't know why they did it. But I couldn't refuse them. So, I brought you home and tied you up because I didn't want you to run away and call the cops before hearing my story and then my plan was to let you go afterward. Please don't call the cops on them, I'll promise you that they won't do it again. I mean, they shouldn't have in the first place but I guess they were high and probably thought you were a prostitute- I mean, you don't look like one but I mean, they were high. And, it was dark. A- are you mad at me?"

I thought it over. Hmm, should I trust him? What if it's a lie?

"How do I know you're not lying? And who is "they"?" I questioned, deciding that I better get more information before I made the decision of trusting him or not.

"They" are my gang."

"You have a gang?"

"Y- yes," he answered, hanging his head in shame as if he were a little kid being scolded.

"What's your gang called?"

"The Dragon Slayers," he responded.

I looked at him, shocked. "The DRAGON SLAYERS?! Like the gang that shows up in the newspaper saying that you guys kidnap girls?! You expect me to believe your story?!"

"We don't steal girls! We don't! We would never do that! That's a different gang, much more dangerous than we are. They're called the Phantoms. They're the ones who kidnap girls! They just make the girls believe that they're the Dragon Slayers and then they release them, knowing they'll go report to the cops," he explained.

I looked at him suspiciously. "Why do they do that?"

He looked about to cry again. "Long story that I'd rather not talk about if you don't mind. Sorry, not trying to be secretive but it's too... painful."

I groaned, super annoyed with myself for feeling bad. Stop that. Don't make that face cause then I'll feel bad and I'm not the bad guy. You are. Stop it.

My arms reached out to him and closed themselves around him. His eyes widened and he turned to look at me. I blushed. Why in the world am I hugging him? Why am I doing such weird things around him? Why am I being such a retard in front of him? Why? Why? Why?

"Stop making that face," I muttered, unable to meet his eyes. "You're making me feel bad."

I forced myself to look at him and saw his eyes soften and a sad smile on his lips. "Sorry," he said.

I noticed that I was again touching his bare chest. I blushed even more, liking the touch of his skin. I tore my arms off him quickly and walked into his bathroom and found his unworn blue shirt on the counter of the sink. I came out again and gave it to him. "Please put on your shirt. It's bothering me to see you half naked."

He smirked. "Why does it bother you so much?"

I punched him in the face again, face flushed, making him fall onto the bed. "Don't get any ideas."

He put his hand to his nose, feeling the fresh blood coming out. "Sorry. Bad timing to say things like that. And just when it stopped bleeding too."

"Actually, there really is no timing to say things like."

"Good point," he agreed, putting on his shirt.

I became aware that I was staring at him and cleared my throat, turning away. Why is it so awkward to be around him? "Okay. Well, I guess I won't call the cops or report you. And you will have to promise me that your gang won't kidnap any more girls cause that was like the scariest thing ever," I requested, looking away from his face. "So... um, how old are you now?" I felt stupid asking but I didn't know what else to say.

"I'm twenty-six. Why?"

"Just asking. You're only older than me by a year."

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked, confusion written across his face.

I let out a frustrated breath. "Nevermind." I felt like such a retard. "So, if your gang doesn't kidnap girls for a living, what do they do?"

"Sell drugs," he said it so casually as if everyone did that for a living. "I mean, some of us have jobs too. But we don't have any, you know, families to worry about so most of them don't have to work."

"Do you work?" I inquired, the curiosity of this strange life getting the best of me. I mean, it's not every day I meet someone who's in a gang. Or do I? Had I met this man before? Apparently, I had, a long time ago but I didn't recall. But if I had met him outside of this situation, I don't think I would've thought he was a part of a dangerous gang. I would've taken him as a hot stranger.

"Yeah, I work as a delivery guy," he said, embarrassed. "I know it's a weird job for a guy like me. I probably scare my customers."

I shook my head. "Not even. I'm pretty sure your girl customers swoon over you. I know I would."

He looked at me, his eyebrow raised in an obvious question. 

I looked away yet again so he wouldn't see how embarrassed I was.

"I don't think you would."

I turned to him. "Why not?"

"You don't seem like the type of girl to fall for a guy so easily."

Memories flooded my head and pain filled my heart. "There's a reason for that."

He looked at me, sensing that he had brought up something from the forsaken past. "Sorry."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I noticed a clock on his cabinet that I hadn't seen before. It read 1:09. I gasped. "Is it that late?! I should get going! Um, I forgive you and I promise I won't say anything. It was nice meeting you!" I walked quickly towards the door and walked out, wondering where the door was.


"What? There's no more to say, you already told me your story and I believe you. It's really late! I have to go!" I called over my shoulder, not bothering to look back.

I walked down a hall and ended up in the living room. I looked around and found a door. I was about to open it but Natsu quickly shut it again. He looked concern. "You can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's too dangerous! It's too dangerous for you to go out at night! Haven't you learned anything from today? You can't go out at night, especially around these parts. You might get taken by a real psycho!"

"I can't stay here! I won't! Not with you! Just because I believed your story does not mean I trust you!" I exclaimed, trying to open the door again.

He closed it again and yanked my hand off the door, blocking the door by standing in front of it. "Please, you'll get hurt! You just have to trust me with this. It's too dangerous. You can stay here until morning and in the morning, I'll drive you home."

"SLEEP HERE?! Are you crazy?! I will NOT sleep here in the same house and under the same roof with you! Get out of my way!" 

He shook his head. "No, look outside." He gestured towards the window next to the door.

I looked at him suspiciously again and walked towards the window and pulled open the blinds just a bit. Outside there were tons of men and women. Dangerous men and slutty women. Laughing and getting high on the fumes of marijuana. Just looking at them made the hairs on my neck stand up. I backed away and looked at Natsu again.

"Now do you believe me?"

I nodded, afraid now to take one step out of this house. Not with them outside. "But where will I sleep?"

"You can have my room," he told me. "Come on." 

We walked towards his room again and I took notice on how small his house was. There were no other bedrooms. "Where will you sleep?"

"On the couch. Don't worry about me although I thank you for thinking about me."

"I wasn't worrying," I claimed, crossing my arms across my chest.

He looked back at me, eyes laughing, and laughed his amazing laugh. "Sure you weren't."

"Don't make me punch you again."

His body tightened, waiting for it. "No thank you, I'd rather not have my nose broken."

"Alright then, let's try and keep it that way."

"Yes, mom."

I smacked his back, a laugh escaping me.

He stopped and turned to me.

"What? Quit staring at me," I demanded.

"Sorry, I just, I've never heard you laugh before. I like it."

Blood rushed to my face. "Thank you."  I wish I could stop blushing so much. This is annoying.

"You should try doing it more often," he requested, walking into his room.

"Pft, I laugh a lot. Just not around strangers."

"We're not strangers anymore, though."


"Well, here is your lovely room, Your Majesty. Equipped with its own bed and everything. I'm sure you'll feel just like a queen," he joked.

"Ah yes, I've never felt so royal until now. You really have outdone yourself, Sir Natsu," I played along, waving dramatically around the room. "Although I do have to say, I don't appreciate having your blood stain the carpet."

He gasped. "I shall now die for my insolence."

"Indeed, you shall die. By my imaginary sword," I agreed, pretending to stab him.

He held onto his imaginary wound and fell onto his bed face-upward, "dead".

I wiped my hands. "Now to get rid of the body."

I wrapped my arms around him and tried to drag his body onto the floor but he was heavy. Really heavy. "Dang! You're really heavy!" I huffed and I puffed but couldn't get him onto the floor.

"A little help here?"

"Alright," he said getting up but at that same moment, I pulled him in one last effort to get him off and we ended up on the floor, him on top of me. My lips clashed with his and we stared at each other, eyes widened. He pulled away. "Sorry," he apologized, going red in the face. 

"It's okay," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment that he hadn't deepened it again and that he had pulled away so quickly.

He cleared his throat and got up. "Well, I'll leave you to rest. You can lock the door, just so you know. And if you want, you could shower as well."

"Alright," I said, staring up at him. He stared back but after a second, turned and walked to the door. He stopped short and turned around, hand on the door. "Goodnight."


He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

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