Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader
Summary: (Y/N) likes Barry but she almost didn’t know that he liked her back.
Word count: 1.272
A/N: Hello everyone! Posting another shot today, since I was bored and I had nothing to do. Please let me know if you liked this or not. I need some feedbacks, please. I am really pleading you. Thank you so much.
- G. x
P.S.: Other shots will be posted in the next few days. Thank you for your support.
Warnings: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour and (Y/E/S) is Your Eye Shape.
You work at CC Jitters, a well-known coffee shop in Central City, and you had a night shift this time. You had to do the final cleanings and you had to control the shop’s record of proceedings of the day, that includes counting all the tips, checking the receipts and sum up the earnings of the day.
The shop closes late at night and you usually stay there with Iris, but this time you were alone. She had a date with Eddie and you were envious of her relationship with him. You thought that Eddie was really attractive and sexy, but let’s not count that fact. The only reason why you are jealous was that he treats her great and right.
You always wanted to have a boyfriend like Eddie, but he never came. You surely liked someone, but no one liked you back. People usually asked you why you haven’t gotten a boyfriend, because they thought that you were gorgeous and simple, yet lovely. Your (Y/E/C) (Y/E/S) eyes and your great sweet smile always catch everyone’s attention, but no one ever confessed their love for you. Sad, right?
But speaking of liking someone: you’ve been admiring your best friend Barry for a long time now, but it seems like he likes Iris, even though she’s already in a relationship. You thought that it sucked but cool at the same time, because you created a chain reaction.
Apropos of Barry! He told you that he would come to the coffee shop just before it closes so he would accompany you for the night, but the shop has closed for almost an hour now and he wasn’t there yet. He didn’t tell you anything, not even a call or a text message.
“Allen, you’re always late.” You rolled your eyes as Barry came across your mind. You decided to fix the tables, but you were shocked as you see a fast red streak entered the shop. You felt a cold gust of wind on your skin as the speedster did the job for you in just a second.
You were confused and amazed at the same time: confused because he helped you all of a sudden and amazed because he is real, the infamous speedster is real. He was called the Flash by the people and he appeared in the city few months ago. You heard that he helped people in times of need, but you never believed them. You just really didn’t. Not until now that he helped you.
“Good evening, beautiful lady.” The speedster greeted you as he stood in front of you. His face was almost covered, but his green eyes looked familiar to you. You carefully observed him and you thought that his scarlet suit really fitted him well.
“Good evening.” You greeted, still confused. “Thank you for your help.”
“Oh, no problem.” He smiled. “But since you saved some minutes of work thanks to my help,” You corrugated your forehead quickly. You thought that his help was free, but it wasn’t. He was asking you for something in change.
“Huh?” You cut him off, already pissed off.
“I’m just asking some minutes of your time so I can talk to you, don’t worry.” He assured you and you quickly bit your lower lip. You felt bad because you quickly judged him, thinking that he had bad intentions with you.
“Oh, sorry.” You said, swallowing down your pride.
“It’s okay.” He happily answered. “So?”
“Sure,” You smiled and nodded your head. “besides my best friend is late and I still have to wait for him.”
“Oh.” He shortly answered. You noticed that he didn’t know what to respond you and you thought for awhile that behind that mask there was Barry. Their eyes and smile were the same and you know that very well, because you used to spend your hours on staring at Barry whenever he was looking away. You studied his features very well that you can write a whole book just to describe his beautiful face with the exact details. “Uhm, hey (Y/N)?”
“Oh, sorry.” You apologized as you nodded, trying to break your thoughts slowly. “Did you ask me something?”
“I asked you if it’s okay if I bring you up to the rooftop?” He asked and I just nodded. You noticed that his voice was different from Barry’s voice so the idea of him being Barry quickly vanished.
You erased your thoughts as you felt a cold breeze against your skin and, when you opened your eyes, you were already at the rooftop with him.
You both enjoyed the cold wind and the panoramic view of the city.
“Why did you help me?” The question suddenly slipped out of your mouth.
“So I can talk to you.” He smiled, answering directly to your question.
“And why did you want to talk to me?” Another question popped in your head. “How did you know my name?”
“(Y/N), I’m a good observer.” He vainly answered. “It’s been days, weeks, months that I’ve been observing you.”
“Are you a stalker?” You raised your left eyebrow.
“Of course, not!” He laughed a little bit. “Just call me your secret admirer.”
“Secret admirer? Do I know your real identity?”
“Maybe yes, maybe no. Who knows, pretty woman.” He smirked and you became confused even more.
“That’s unfair.” You pouted and crossed your arms as you expected that he would say his real identity. You were disappointed but you couldn’t get angry or vexed with him.
“Sorry, but I wouldn’t be your secret admirer if ever. Am I right?” You rolled your eyes.
“Fine, the Flash.” You murmured, but emphasized his name. “But secret admirer? How?”
“You’re a beautiful person, (Y/N). It is impossible not to fall in love with you.” He seriously confessed.
“Oh, thank you.” You felt the heat on both sides of your cheeks and you knew that you became red because of his compliments.
“So, it’s late and you still have to finish your work.” He smiled at you. “Goodbye for now, gorgeous.” He grabbed your hand and left a sweet kiss on the back of it.
“Goodbye, my secret admirer.” You both laughed and he winked at you before running away from you. You followed the red fast streak running through the dark streets of central city and smiled to yourself.
You loved yourself for a little while, because, after all, someone appreciated your presence and someone admired you, not that secret anymore but he was still your secret admirer because you didn’t know his identity.
You quickly went downstairs and you were about to get the receipts as you saw Barry knocking on the glass transparent door.
“Barry!” You happily exclaimed as you opened the door. He entered the shop gasping, trying to catch some air to breathe well once again.
“Why are you so happy?” He asked with a smirk on his face despite his breathing problem. He quickly went to the bar and got a cup of water.
“I just met the Flash!” You couldn’t believe yourself that you were saying it.
“Cool! You now believe him, eh?” He teased you as he drank his water. He was the only one who knew that you didn’t believe in the Flash.
“Yup, I’ve always told you that to see is to believe.” You happily said and he just laughed at your reaction. “How about you? Why are you gasping that much?”
“I’ve just had to run as fast as I could to get here.” He explained, almost breathing normally. “I know that I am late, but I had to demonstrate something to someone.”