Shadow of Love (Barry Allen Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: Heartbroken - Part 2

I arrive to my apartment. Torn apart. Heartbroken.
I hadn't realized how stupid it was to tell him how I felt. The worst part was that I knew, I always knew deep down that he wouldn't correspond. Barry Allen loves Iris. And it will take a completely extraordinary person to change that. And I am not that.
I take the elevator and there's a man, maybe a few years older than me. He stares at me. He smiles softly and asks what happened. "You don't want to know..." I chuckle a little before turning myself back to the ground. "Oliver Queen, nice to meet you." I shake his hand and introduce myself to him, before getting off on my floor.
I went up the stairs from my floor that lead to the building's rooftop and I just stared at everything. At the beauty of Central City at nighttime, at the people. I wondered how it was possible that being surrounded by all that I still felt the need to break down I'm tears.
I sigh and just lay there, against the concrete as I feel the cold wind rush up against my bare skin and the awful wound that was an indirect product of Barry's humiliation. The mere thought of it brought me to tears. It angered me. It didn't have a right to, but it did. I cried as I drove my fist into the cement out of rage. My hands started shaking as I saw the blood rolling down my hand. I hated myself, I hated myself for being so vulnerable, I hated myself for feeling. I had given a person the power to destroy me, to bring me to pieces and all because of my feelings.
I slowly lay down and think of all the moments I spent beside Barry before breaking to tears again.
I suddenly feel a rush, as if someone would've ran beside me and I get up. I see it. The red streak is there. But it's not the fact that I've seen it or that I now know it's real that surprises me, it's the fact that it's not just any midnight vigilante. It's Barry. Barry Allen is the red streak.
"I'm sorry," he stops and stands in front of me. "I was a real jerk," he puts his hand gently over my cheek and then places his lips over mine. His lips slowly move against mine and I follow. I put my hand on his scruff and hold on to him as we kiss. "And I'm sorry it took me this long to see that I don't need Iris, because I have you." He intertwines his hand with mine and it's all suddenly too much to take in. I still haven't forgiven him for what he did but the ecstasy I feel is enough to not mention it. He feels the blood on my hand and grabs it softly, making me feel like I'm made of porcelain. He kisses it and traces the blood with his finger. "What happened?" He asks as he looks at me, all of sudden worried as if it were something worse. "Nothing, it's just... Nothing," I avoid talking about it and I feel Barry's strong hands carry me into his arms. He takes us to my apartment, and once inside carefully lays me down over my bed. I curl up softly against the edge of my bed as he runs to the bathroom and comes back with cotton, q-tips, alcohol and band-aids. He grabs my injured hand and pours some alcohol over the places that are hurt, I moan in pain and Barry comforts me by kissing my hand. "It's alright," he doesn't understand how much of an effect his words have on me, because all of a sudden the pain does fade away. Despite everything, he manages to make everything better. He moves on to my knee, repeating what he did with my hand and gently placing his sweet lips over the injuries. I can feel shivers running up my spine and I try to wake myself up from the apparent dream. It was finally happening, Barry Allen had somehow found love in his heart for me. And I didn't care about anything else. It didn't matter to me how it happened or what made him do that. All I cared about was the moment I was in, lost in his arms and in his eyes. He cleaned my knee and then put alcohol over the wound, before putting vaseline over it with a q-tip and afterwards a bandaid on both injuries.
"Do you feel better?" he smiled at me as he asked. "Better than you imagine." As the words emanated from my mouth I could feel Barry's breath closer to me. He craned his neck and kissed me, so beautifully I felt as though I'd been kissed for the first time.
And so he say down next to me all night, until I fell asleep by his side.

Note: so it finally happened! They're together! I had planned this chapter for so long I'm happy I finally got a chance to write it! Thanks for reading guys! This time I uploaded two chapters :) also, the Oliver Queen thing is pretty random (you might think) because he's not from Central City and all that but I'm putting a twist on things to adjust it to my story.
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