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Everything Happens for a Reason (Barry Allen x reader) (Part 1)

HeroesOfOlympus: Heyyy y'all! To whoever this was, thank you so much for the request! I hope I did it justice. Anyway, I changed it a bit so that the reader already knew that Barry was the Flash since she saw him use his speed to do his work once but that's like all they know about each other, I guess. Oh gosh, my writing sucks. This will probably be a series so... Please comment if it's okay.

Description: The reader and Barry work at CCPD but they don't know each other that well until the reader finds out she has a stalker, who actually raided the reader’s apartment. Not knowing what to do, the next day she goes to work with a really different personality and Barry notices and helps.

Reader Gender: Female

Rating: PG13

Characters/Ships: Barry Allen x reader, creepy stalker

Warnings: If anyone had ever had a serious stalker and is sensitive about that issue, please don't read. Uh... Major kissing, major stalking and major fluff

Y/F/S: Your Favoruite Song

Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour

Humming Y/F/S, you approached your apartment door, your keys jingling as you pulled them out of your pocket.

It had been another successful day at The Central City Police Department. You had managed to get a criminal confess for his crime and finished up all your paperwork.

Sighing contently, you unlocked your door and turned the knob open and the sight that met your eyes made your eyes widen, your mouth falling wide open and a gasp escape from your lips.

Your entire living room was trashed and in a mess, as if somebody had tried to find something. Your couch was overturned, the pillows thrown all around the room and you noticed all your picture frames that had pictures of you in it were gone.

Walking to your kitchen warily, with your hand holding your gun, you saw the sandwich you had been eating this morning and left on the counter gone, your fridge and drawers wide open.

Scouting the rest of your house, you found every place a mess, all the pictures of you and some objects missing.

Finally, you reached the door that led to your room. Taking in a deep and shaky breath, you flung the door open with one of your hands curled around your gun.

Startled, your room was completely clean, just like the way you had left it when you went off for work this morning. Being the ever curious person, you went around your room and double checked if anything was missing.

Your comb and lipstick from your vanity was missing, every picture that had you in it had disappeared into thin air. Opening your closet, some pieces of your clothes weren't there and with disgust, half of your undergarments weren't there.

“What the hell...” You said to yourself, looking around your room again.

Suddenly from the corner of your eyes, you saw a long strand of hair tucked in between two of your pillows.

Rushing over to it with curiosity, you pinched the edge of the strand and pulled it up, realising this was definitely not yours. It was a strand of light blonde hair that you knew didn't belong to you.

Holding the strand of hair by its edge, you dropped it into a ziplock bag and zipped it up, determined to find out who had broken into your house and most probably, was stalking you.

Unfortunately, the thought of a stalker made you shiver and you lay in bed that night, wide awake, worried that whoever the stalker was, might have been following you around without you even knowing.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you relived all the cases you had heard from victims of serious stalkers. What if that was happening to you? Were you being followed?

With many thoughts about a stalker going through your mind throughout the rest of the night, you soon fell asleep, your body thrashing around while you slept, having nightmares about someone following you around as tears streamed down your face.

Next day

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight streaming through your window and filling up your room with light.

Groaning, you squeezed your eyes tightly, hoping to go back to sleep. Suddenly, the events of yesterday flooded back into your mind and filled with nothing more but determination and a twinge of fear, you got out of bed, changing half heartedly.

Once you were done, you headed towards the police department which was five minutes down the road, a huge convenience for you.

But as you neared the station, a car drove past you with its windows tainted black, preventing you from seeing who was inside. Unfortunately, you swore you saw the unmistakable flash of a phone taking a picture and with a newfound fear for yourself, you ran all the way to the station, not stopping until you got into the building.

Flinging the doors open, you collided into someone but instead of feeling a searing pain at your bum from the impact from falling on the floor, you were caught by someone’s hand curling around your waist.

You looked up and you saw none other than Barry Allen, the Crime Scene Investigator, whom you rarely spoke to but worked with on some crimes.

You had always thought he looked in between cute and hot, so you couldn't help a blush form on your cheeks, making you avoid eye contact with him. You had a tiny crush on him but you knew it was probably infatuation, due to the fact you had never talked to him for more than twenty minutes unless it was about a crime.

The only thing you knew about him that was top secret was that he was none other than the Flash, Central City’s greatest and most admired hero. He didn't tell you he was the Flash, you had actually found out on accident. You had walked into the room he worked in and saw his hand as a red streak whilst he scribbled down all the notes on the evidence he had collected on the crime.

You had stared at him with wide eyes and his head shot up, his eyes enlarging and filled with worry. You promised him you wouldn't tell anyone, knowing that there was probably a reason to why he was the Flash. After that, you never talked to him since you had different cases.

“Whoa, are you okay? You look... Kinda stressed...” Barry asked, letting go of his grip on your waist and missing touching you already.

Suddenly, a wave of sadness took over you and you soon found yourself sobbing, tears streaming down your face and splattering onto the floor. With a shock, Barry quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.

Burying your head into his chest and your arms bent against his body, you cried, all the stress about this stalker and your fear of being followed taking its toll on you.

Barry scooped you up, one arm under your legs and the other supporting your back. With your head still buried in his chest, he brisk walked past all the officers who looked at you two strangely and towards his ‘office’.

Shouting the door behind him with a kick of his leg, he set you down onto his leather work chair. Sniffling, you wiped your tears away with the back of you hand and bit your lip.

Barry squatted down in front of you, his comforting and enchanting green eyes scanning your Y/E/C in concern. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Soon, everything poured out from your mouth and Barry held you hands in his warm ones throughout your whole entire rambling. He squeezed them when you started to tear up which comforted you greatly.

“I... I've just seen so many cases of obsessive stalkers and I... I never thought that I would get stalked...” You sobbed, many scenarios of a creep following you in a dark alley.

Whispering soothing words into your ear, Barry wrapped his arms around you and you placed your head on the crook of his neck. He rubbed circles on your back, making you relax from your rigid and tense position.

“What should I do?”

Both of you pulled away and with Barry’s hands still on your waist, he scrunched up his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he bit his lip.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened up and his face fell back into its normal structure. “I believe... It's time you met the team behind the Flash.” The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a smirk, his eyebrows raising up, crinkling his forehead.

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