Westallen Week: Day #1 - Holidays

A.N: And so begins another week of prompts! Although I'm able to post this on here for the first say, I start school tomorrow, so if this story isn't updated on the daily, it will still be updated daily on tumblr (thank you, tumblr app!)

I was originally gonna write about the New Year (so the holiday directly after Barry's Christmas confession) but I thought I do something else.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this plot!


Barry stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he stared at the shot glass in his hand. No point drinking when he couldn't get drunk. As he considered pouring it down the drain, he heard his name and jumped, turning to see Eddie's accusing gaze.

"Allen."

"Hey, Eddie," Barry greeted weakly, not really in the mood to talk to him of all people.

"Is there something wrong with Iris? She's acting a bit.. odd." Eddie said, cocking his head to the side in confusion, much like Iris would do.

Barry stood up from the counter and took a step in Eddie's direction. "What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"

Eddie backed up at Barry's exuberance, and waved his hands up in the signal for peace. "She's fine, just quiet, which is odd considering how much she loves Christmas."

Barry rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sure she's fine, Eddie. She probably found out about the guy you and Joe faced and is worried." He turned away from Eddie. "You should probably go and speak to Joe, actually."

Eddie's eyebrows rose at Barry's obvious dismissal, but he turned and walked back into the living room, just as Iris walked in from Barry's other side.

Barry had gone back to staring into his shot glass, but he glanced up and saw iris standing frozen in the doorway, clearly not expecting to see him, and alone no less.

Barry hid a sigh. So this is how it would be from now on…

"Why aren't you inside with the others?" Iris said, and Barry turned to her, shrugging his shoulders in forced nonchalance.

"Wasn't feeling festive enough," he said, putting the glass down and give Iris his full attention now. She smiled humourlessly, and joined him at the counter. Barry did his best not to react to the close proximity of Iris; he could feel the heat emanating off her frame - she was so warm

"Me either," she said, tracing the pattern on the counter. She looked up at Barry, noticing how sad he was although he did his best to hide it. He was no longer looking at her, but at the party inside, how Eddie kept glancing in their direction as he spoke to Joe.

"Bear…," Iris started, looking at Barry was mournful eyes. Barry almost didn't look at her, but something in her tone of voice made him do so.

"Are we… are we gonna be okay?"

Barry's heart broke again, not just because of the desperation and heartbreak in Iris' voice, but because he honestly didn't know the answer anymore. But swallowing his fears, he pulled into an embrace, kissing her hair - god, the vanilla smell of those locks - and did his best to hide the traitor tears welling in his eyes.

"We'll be okay, Iris. We have to be."

In the living room, Eddie had disregarded his conversation with Joe, and now stood and stared at the couple in the kitchen who clung onto each other like they would die if they let go.


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-chann3l.0rang3