~For the Broken Ones~ (Barry Allen x Reader)

~Chapter Five~

(Since it didn't say in the video, the song is 'An Awkward Duet' by Doddleoddle ft. Jon Cozart'. See? NOT Blink 182. Aren't you proud of me???)

It had been almost two weeks since I had shown up on Barry's doorstep in the middle of the night, and to be honest, I wasn't doing well. I knew that everyone around me knew it, but I didn't really care at this point. I didn't want their help or their sympathy. I didn't need either. Barry has been around as much as he can, but I just keep pushing him away. I feel horrible about it, but I can't be around him knowing he loves me...knowing that I love him back. I feel so horribly guilty about it. What the hell is wrong with me?! I've been around him almost my whole life, what the hell could have changed so much in two weeks? I sigh heavily, sitting down on my couch. I need to talk to him. I can't just keep ignoring him...I should go see him. I decide, and stand up. I pass a mirror on the way to the door, and realize how horrible I look, in a pair of dirty booty shorts and a baggy t-shirt. My hair is mussed, and I'm not wearing any makeup. 

"I need to shower first..." I murmur to myself, and walk to the bathroom, take a quick shower, get into some clean jeans and a t-shirt, put on some converse and a bit of makeup, then walk out the door to go to Barry's house.

***

Barry looked weary as he opened the door. His face brightens slightly when he sees me.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" he asks, stepping aside to let me in. I smile a little, going into his apartment. 

"Um, okay." I say softly, looking at the floor. We stand there awkwardly for a moment.

"Do you feel like talking about it?" He asks gently. I hesitate, then nod. "Do you want to sit down?" he continues, and I nod again. We walk into his small living room and sit down on the small couch, but I still don't meet his eyes.

"Y/N..." his voice is full of pain, and I look up at him, slightly surprised. His face is set in a concerned frown. "Please...tell me what's wrong, don't  keep pushing me away..." at his words, guilt fills me, and I surge forward, wrapping my arms around him tightly. His shock lasts only a moment, then he hugs me back eagerly. 

"I'm so sorry." I whisper, tears running down my face. "I just...I love you..." he freezes. 

"You what?" I'm silent for a moment.

"I love you, and I don't know what to do." he strokes my hair gently, his heart beating quickly. 

"I...I love you too..." he murmurs awkwardly. I smile slightly.

"Trust me, I'm aware." I could tell he was blushing.

"Y-you are?" his voice cracked. I chuckle, nodding. He pulls out of the hug, then stares into my face for a moment, and I start to blush with him. Then he suddenly bends down, kissing me softly. I kiss him back immediately, my hand slipping into his soft brown hair. He pulls away, then gently pulls me onto his lap, snuggling me gently.

"Finally." he mutters, and I laugh quietly.

"My thoughts exactly."

(There, is that long enough? So fluffy and cute. Congrats, you finally grew a pair and kissed him. Cheers.)