Celebrity Issues

Chapter 1 – Lucy Heartfilia

WolfieANNE: Hello! So.. here is another story (I couldn't resist!) and so... I hope you like this one... because.. well I don't know, I just hope you do XD Well, first off, I want all of you to know, that I will still focus on Secretly In Love, but I will also focus on this one. As for Lucy Leaves... I do not know. I apologize for those who like that story, you might have to wait longer than I thought. So the song in this chapter is "What Doesn't Kill You (stronger) by Kelly Clarkson. So.. I hope you like this story!

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia is a singer known all over the world. Gray Fullbuster is also a singer, and Lucy hates him because he's a player. As Lucy lived her life normally, glaring at Gray in the TV, her manager told her 'great' news, or what she says. Lucy now has to work with Gray, the player who seduces girls, and Lucy could already imagine her life then, hell. What will happen with Lucy and Gray? Will Gray keep seducing her and will Lucy keep hating him? Or will they fall in love?

Genre: Humor, Romance, Hurt and Comfort, Drama.

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

People were screaming and squealing. Some of the audience were throwing confetti at each other or at the stage. Kids were just munching on their snacks and at the same time, they were covering their ears from time to time. Some were holding up banners to show their love to the person standing on stage. The people were just, crazy and lovesick, jumping and squealing, all in all, they were just having fun.

The person on the stage was smiling and laughing, giving the people a loud yell of, "So, are you ready?"


The audience began to scream in anticipation, making the person on stage cover her ears. Yes, she's a girl. She faced the person playing the guitar and gave him a nod. "Let's get this concert started!"

The audience yelled and they quieted down when they heard the drumsticks tap against each other three times before the soft music started.

You know the bed feels warmer,

Sleeping here alone.

You know I dream in color,

And do the things I want.

Some started to sing along with the singer, a big smile on their faces. The singer smiled at the guitarist and winked at the audience.

You think you got the best of me,

Think you've had the last laugh.

Bet you think that everything good is gone.

Think you left me broken down,

Think that I'd come running back.

Baby you don't know me,

Cause you're dead wrong...

The music stopped for a second, then the bass hit and the chorus started.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone,

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter!

Footsteps even lighter,l

Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone.

What doesn't kill you makes you,

Stronger, stronger!

Just me, myself and I,

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.

She tapped her foot to the beat and bobbed her head, then she whipped her blonde hair back and forth. After that she raised her head and she tried to fix her hair while singing. The drummer shook his head while laughing and the guitarist just grinned at the both of them.

You heard that I was starting over with someone new.

They told you I was moving on,

Over you.

Didn't think that I'd come back.

I'd come back swinging,

You tried to break me but you see.

The chorus started again, and the bass hit at the same time the singer stopped moving to start the chorus. Then she started to do the dance for the chorus.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter!

Footsteps even lighter,

Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone.

What doesn't kill you makes you,

Stronger, stronger!

Just me, myself and I.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.

Her brown eyes was shining with happiness because she was happy that the audience was having fun. Everything was perfect.

Thanks to you I've got a new thing started.

Thanks to you I'm not the broken hearted.

Thanks to you I'm finally thinking 'bout me.

You know in the end,

The day you left was just my beginning.

In the end...

She jumped up and down, her arm extended up while the other hand held the mic.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter!

Footsteps even lighter,

Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone.

What doesn't kill you makes you,

Stronger, stronger!

Just me, myself and I.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.

What doesn't kill you makes you,

Stronger, stronger!

Just me, myself and I.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Stand a little taller!

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone,


She stopped singing and then the music just played before it stopped. She bowed and the audience clapped while squealing and screaming.

The drummer gave the singer thumbs up and the guitarist just grinned at her. The singer laughed and covered her ears.

"Okay, so are we done?" she said. The people quited down, but they were trying to hold in their squeals. The singer smiled, "Great! So I just want to thank all of you for coming to this concert."

That was it, the audience couldn't hold in their squeals. Some of the people held their banner higher for the singer to see. And she did, she smiled and mentally gave herself a pat on the back. "Thank you all for your support. So we're having a raffle. Here in this box-" she said and the drummer gave her a decorated box. "Enjoy," he said. The singer rolled her eyes but smiled. "-are numbers of the seat you guys are sitting on. I will be picking five only," she said.

"Fifth place wins twenty thousand Jewels and a ticket to my next concert," she said, the crowd went crazy as they all looked at their seat number and began to memorize them. "Fourth place wins forty thousand Jewels with an Ipod shuffle!" she said, the audience was excited. "Third place wins sixty thousand Jewels with a bag that costs two hundred thousand Jewels!" she yelled. The audience quited down, all of the girls thinking, I want that bag.

"Second place wins eighty thousand Jewels, an Ipod touch and 5 tickets to my next concert!" she yelled. Everyone in the audience's eyes widened and they stopped screaming in anticipation. "First place wins one hundred thousand Jewels, my latest album, eight tickets to my next concert and all in front row seat and an Ipod shuffle that contains all my songs," she said and they all went crazy again.

The singer chuckled and stuck her hand in the box, she pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it with one hand. "Fifth place goes to seat number 156! 156!" she yelled. The audience quited down and they heard a girl squeal. "After the announcements please go to the backstage," the singer said.

"Fourth place goes to seat number 584! 584!" she said. A yell was heard, "Yea!" and then silence. "Okay, so third place goes to seat number 337! 337!" the singer yelled. A gasp was heard and then a yell, "No freaking way!"

The singer giggled and pulled out another piece of paper from the box. "Second place goes to seat number 795! 795!" she yelled and a scream was heard.

"And lastly, first place goes to..." she started. The people crossed their fingers and leaned forward, waiting for their seat number to be called. "Seat number 5!" she yelled and other leaned back in sadness but they were still happy that they got to hear and see the singer live.

"Don't worry, in my next concert there will also be a raffle," she announced and the people clapped their hands and the singer bowed one more time before she disappeared to the backstage.


"The concert was a blast," the singer said, talking to someone on the phone. A few people sat on brown couches and sofas, chatting while watching the singer talk on the phone. "I almost went deaf with the audience," a boy said. "I agree with you," a girl said and giggled.

"I know, I love you too. Bye," the singer said and ended the call. She sat on a brown couch, she looked at the people in front of her. "Lucy, you did great," a woman said.

Lucy Heartfilia, the said singer, raised her head to see her manager clapping her hands. "Erza!" she said.

Erza Scarlet, Lucy's manager. She has scarlet hair and brown eyes, and a magnificent body. "Did I make you proud? I'll give myself a pat on the back if I did," Lucy said. Erza chuckled and nodded. "You were amazing, the tickets actually ran out, and then we had to make some more because, there were still a lot of people who wanted to come to your concert," she said. Lucy clasped her hands together, "Yes!"

"You should have seen me in the middle of all that people, I was pissed off," a boy said. Lucy stood up and turned around and gasped, "Jellal!"

Jellal Fernandez, a friend of Erza. He has blue hair and black eyes, what's weird is that he has a tattoo under his right eye. Jellal is a friend of Erza, but he and Lucy also got close. "My ears hurt and I bumped into a lot of people," he said. Lucy snickered, "Serves you right."

"I was going to give you a gift for doing such a great job but since you're so mean to me... I'll give it to-" Jellal stopped talking when Lucy bowed her head. "No way! I'm sorry, I was just teasing," she said. Erza chuckled and Jellal rolled his eyes. "You got fooled."

Lucy grinned evilly and raised her head, "It's actually the opposite. You got fooled."

Jellal's eyes widened when he saw his gift on Lucy's hand. She started to toss the box back and forth in her hands, grinning at Jellal who sighed. "It's yours anyway," he said and sat next to Erza.

"Lu-chan was amazing! I watched it from far away but it was still great!" a blue-haired girl said. "Thanks Levy," Lucy said.

Levy McGarden, Lucy's friend. She has blue hair and brown eyes. Levy is a famous writer, and Lucy loved to read the bluenette's stories. "You're welcome Lu-chan," Levy said.

"I'm just.. tired," Lucy said and sat back on her seat. "You should go home and rest," Erza suggested. Lucy shrugged and took a sip of her tea. "I want to but, I still have a lot to do," Lucy said and sighed, placing her cup of tea on the center table of the lobby.

"Lu-chan, don't tire yourself to much. There's a possibility of getting sick," Levy said. The boy beside her nodded, "I agree with Levy."

"Thanks for the concern Loke," Lucy said. Loke Celestial, a friend of Lucy and a guitarist. He has orange hair and green eyes. He wears blue tinted glasses and heaven doesn't know why. "You're welcome Lucy," he said. Lucy's eyes widened, "I was joking."

"Ouch. After giving my all when I was playing the guitar, this is what I get?" Loke said. Levy giggled and patted his back while Lucy rolled her eyes.

"I doubt that's true," Lucy said. Loke looked at her in disbelief, "What? After being concerned for you, you say that? Unbelievable."

"It's gonna get more unbelievable," the blonde said, leaning back on her seat, sighing.

Levy and Erza looked at each other before they both shrugged, staring at Lucy's stressed figure. "Lu-chan, you should really rest now," the bluenette said, ignoring Loke's warning looks. The singer's manager agreed. Lucy looked at them and stood up, stretching her arms she smiled, "Okay, if you insist. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye Lu-chan!" Levy said, giving her friend a hug. "Be careful Lucy," Loke told her, his face dark but worried. Lucy rolled her eyes, "Aren't I always?"

"Don't stress yourself too much," Erza said, giving her a hug and a handshake.

"Yes yes, well, see ya," Lucy said once again before disappearing in the elevator. The three friends smiled and sat down once again, chatting with each other about Lucy's next concert.

Meanwhile, Lucy was standing in the elevator, tired and sleepy. Waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor, she just began to listen to her own songs, a small smile etching on her lips. She began to tap her foot to the beat, not noticing someone was beside her, she began to sing her own song, earning a smirk from the person beside her.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, an exhausted look on her face and yet a smile remained.

Lucy pulled out her earphones and went in her car. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at something, or someone. She narrowed her eyes and started the engine. When there were no more cars driving, all were parked, she began to drive her way out of the parking lot, and out of the place. Paying no attention to the paparazzi.

She hummed her song, a cheerful smile on her face.

When she arrived at her house, she parked her car in the garage and got out. When she did, she was greeted by her cat, Niya. (Ni-ya)

"Good evening Niya," Lucy greeted and crouched down, then she picked her up and went in her house. She closed the door and set Niya down on the couch and ran her hands through Niya's gray fur before she walked to the kitchen.

Lucy tied her hair into a bun and grabbed an apron hanging on a chair and wore it. She tied the strings around her waist and then washed her hands. "Hmm.. what shall I have for dinner?" the blonde thought out loud, drying her fingers using a yellow soft towel that hung on the wall above the sink.

Then before she could think of anything, the phone rang. Lucy blinked then walked in the dining room. She picked up the phone and grinned, "Erza! It's a good thing you called!"

"I was worried for your well being, but it looks like you're in high spirits," Erza's voice said through the phone. Lucy grinned again, "I don't know why, but I feel better. Oh yea, what are you having for dinner?"

"Well that's nice, at least you're not tired anymore. Dinner? I'm going to have sushi and soup, that's all. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just thinking what I should have for dinner," Lucy answered, pulling a chair from the table and sat on it. "Ne Erza, is fried chicken alright?" the blonde asked, tucking her bangs behind her ear.

"That's fine, but don't you think that takes some time to cook?"

"Nah it's fine. Well thank you for calling Erza. Bye!" Lucy said. Erza bid her farewell and Lucy placed the phone back to its other piece. Lucy smiled, "Alright! Chicken it is!"

Lucy then began cooking, after the chicken was boiled, she rolled it in flour and breadcrumbs after being dipped in eggs. Then while the chicken was still in the process of being fried chicken, Lucy paused for a bit to wash her hands. She took out a pan suitable for frying and poured oil in it. She turned on the stove and waited for the oil to boil.

Then the singer continued making the fried chicken, a smile on her face. She couldn't explain why, but a heavy feeling got lifted off her chest and was replaced by a light one, thus making her happy. But.. why is she happy?

Then she slowly dropped the chicken parts on the oil, holding the plate using her other hand, she leaned back a little when the oil made popping sounds, but then dropped some more chicken parts.

After that, she was arranging the table. She placed a cup, a plate filled with fried chicken, a bowl filled with rice, and a pitcher of orange juice. She placed a plate, a spoon and a fork on the table as well. She was about to put away some stuff when she noticed one plate left in the dish rack.

Her eyes got sad, memories rushed in her head and she closed her eyes. She walked towards the dish rack and took off her apron, she hung it on the wall and lifted the plate. The plate was plane, and white, but you couldn't miss the name in the middle, Layla, written in red.

Lucy frowned and leaned back on the sink, holding the plate she traced it's curves at the side. The singer sighed and opened a cup board above her. She stared at the plate one more time before she pushed it in the cup board, joining other plates unused. Lucy stared at it again one last time and she closed the cup board.

Lucy sat on a chair in the dining room and began to eat silently, the sounds of chewing and Niya's purring filled the house.

When the blonde was done, she kept the leftover chicken in a plastic container and placed it in the fridge. Lucy yawned and began washing the plates, slowly she dried them with a cloth and placed them in the dish rack.

The young singer yawned one more time, walking in the living room she picked up Niya and brought her upstairs to her room. She opened the lights and slowly let down Niya. The cat ran and went under the bed, leaving Lucy crouching in front of the door, chuckling at her cat's behavior.

The blonde stood up and went in the bathroom for a warm bath, and when she came out, she saw Niya sleeping on her bed. Lucy giggled and wore her pajamas.

She walked to her bed and snapped her fingers, making the lights go out. The blonde yawned, tired and worn out, but nevertheless, she smiled until she fell asleep.

WolfieANNE: So, what do you guys think? Do you like it? Please tell me if I made any mistakes! Hehehe, guess where I got the name Niya! If someone can guess it then you get a one-shot about GraLu! But it's you who thinks about what will happen, so let's just see. If no one know where I got it from then there is no one shot -_- ... Anyways, REVIEW! Do not forget to review! I really want to read your reviews! Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Note: I will update Secretly In Love tomorrow, because I can't do it today, since I've decided to put this in.

Song: Once again, the song is What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) by Kelly Clarkson, just so you know...

WolfieANNE: Well that's about it! I hope you enjoyed. REVIEW! REVIEW!

Sayonara! -WolfieANNE :D