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J: well would you guys look at the time, I should probably eat sometime soon…
[hey remember you’re only one of the voices in Jeremy’s head now, he won’t realize it’s you, at least yet. Plus the time is suppose to say 8:52]

#5 - “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Barry x Reader - Request from Anon

A/n: Sorry this took a while! With Grad School and Working, I’ve been a bit busy. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,083

Barry had been my friend since high school, and ever since then I had developed a major crush on him. Okay so it was probably more than that but it’s not like I could ever say something. If he wasn’t in love with Iris then he was dating Linda, or Patty, or anyone but me. I had been friend-zoned long ago and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get out of that space. I was stuck and it was inescapable.

Barry was supposed to meet me at the movies but it had started fifteen minutes ago and he was still late. He’s ditching me again. And without skipping a beat my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Iris. The text read, “Hey, Barry’s on a case. He told me to let you know he couldn’t make it tonight. Sorry :(“

Of course. Instead of staying to suffer miserably through a movie I decided to walk home. I needed the time to think. This is the sixth time this month he’s cancelled plans on me. I understand being late, that’s to be expected with Barry, but dropping plans altogether. And why is Iris always the first to know? Are you really asking that question? Iris knows because she’s his world. I will always be second best.

My apartment was dark which matched exactly how desperate I was feeling right now. I plopped down on the couch and threw my phone on the coffee table, knowing very well that later Barry would call me apologizing and begging to make it up to me. He would claim that it wasn’t his fault and he had to do his job. And all of this would sound reasonable and forgivable to a sane person. But I wasn’t sane I was in love. Not just in love. In love with a man who didn’t love me back. And that could drive anyone to the brink of insanity. However, I also knew that if I answered that phone. If I picked it up and said hello that his voice would melt my heart and I would forgive him no questions asked. And questions needed to be asked.

For an hour or so I lay on the leather couch in my jeans and tee-shirt thinking about everything that I would say to him. About how he treated me like I didn’t matter and that anything was more important than spending time with me. And how I wasn’t even important enough to call directly. We had to pass the message through Iris first.

My ramblings passed through my head as I heard my phone buzz and the screen lit up with Barry’s cross-eyed picture. I reached out at first but restrained myself, being sure to let it ring until the voicemail handled it.

1 New Voicemail and 1 Missed Call, my phone notified me. About twenty minutes later the phone rang again. I picked it up and moved it to the kitchen and rushed into my bedroom, being sure the close the door behind me. Another half an hour passed and he called again. This continued every so often for the next three hours. By midnight my phone had rang seven times, not one of them was answered. My phone turned itself on silent at midnight so now I wouldn’t be able to hear the calls when they came through.

I spent the rest of the night in bed being lulled to sleep by the sound of Netflix playing quietly in the background.

I was stirred from my slumber by the sun shining through the window upon my face. Rolling out of bed I decided to stumble into the kitchen and make myself some breakfast. As I reached the counter I glanced at my phone 12 New Voicemail’s, 13 Missed Calls, 7 New Text Messages. Oh shit. I swiped my phone and clicked on the oldest voicemail.

“Hey Y/n, it’s me. I’m so sorry I missed the movie last night, I got called away on a case. I know I haven’t really been around. I want to make it up to you. Please just call me back.”

“Hey, Y/n, please call me back. I really want to talk. I promise I won’t bail on you again.”

“I realize you might be busy or sleeping but I’m really sorry. Please call me back.”

“Y/n, I’m getting kind of worried. At least text me so I know you’re okay. I’m really sorry.”

All the messages were extremely similar. I listened to the last voicemail.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. I’m coming over tomorrow morning. Eight O’Clock. See you then.”

Shit, it’s 7:58. He’ll be here any minute. And for the first time in his life Barry knocked on the door, he was early.

“Y/n, it’s Barry,” he called through the metal door, “Please let me in,” his voice was pleading and my heart ached. I stood against the door and opened the door only slightly but didn’t say anything. 

“Y/n, why didn’t you call me back?” he pushed the door open slightly, I just crossed my arm and took a step back. He pushed past me and walked into my apartment. As he paced behind me I quietly closed the door. I felt his hand resting on my shoulder, “I’m sorry about last night, let me make it up to you.”

“Barry… I don’t know that you can.”

“What? What do you mean? Why not?”

“Because, this is the sixth time you’ve cancelled on me this month and the month’s not even half way over yet. Not to mention you can’t be bothered to call me, yet you have plenty of time to let Iris know.”

“I know I’ve cancelled on you a lot but I had a case,” he explained running his fingers through his soft brown hair. 

“You always have a case. I can’t stand being second best anymore.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed my hands, “You’re never second best, never.”

“Not even to Iris?”

“Iris? Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

“Me, jealous of you and Iris? Why would I be? You’re only in love with her. She’s the only person you think about. She always has and always will come first. And I never will. And I can’t-” in the middle of my rant he grabbed me and kissed me. His warm soft lips enveloped my own and his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer before resting his forehead on my own.

“You’re my number one.”