Fifth Harmony Imagines

N.K.H.: Always & Forever

I apologize in advance.

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Your P.O.V.

"Babe?" I looked over my shoulder to see Normani leaning against the doorway in one of my flannels. About 4 buttons were undone, along with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, leaving her flawless skin and black bra on display.

"Hey, Mani. What's up?" I spun around in the chair, Mani walking over and straddling my lap. She was pouting adorably, playing with the loose ends of my hair. "Come back to bed." I laughed, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She nuzzled into my neck, leaving soft kisses along the skin. "I will, I just couldn't sleep and needed to write for a bit. Did I wake you?"

She shook her head, relaxing in my arms. "Not really. I did get cold, though." Mani giggled cutely and sat back up, her tired eyes staring into mine. "Seriously, come on. I need your cuddles."

I nodded, standing up with her legs hanging on my hips. She held on tight while I walked to our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. I laid her down on the bed, crawling in beside her.

The softness of her skin on mine caused a soft sigh to fall from my lips, arms instantly wrapping around her frame. She was oddly quiet, staring at the blank TV. She's been acting strange for a few days now, closing herself off to me. I didn't ask about it, assuming she just needs her space, but now I feel like it something else.

Something she's hiding.

Whenever I would try and talk to her about tour or rehearsals or the girls, she'd instantly change the subject. I couldn't tell if she was fighting with the girls, or if there was an issue regarding the tour.

I knew that couldn't be true, the girls would let me know if they were fighting or if there was a problem. This was something else for sure.

"Mani?" My girlfriend looked up at me, a worried expression on her face before it went away. She hummed in response, waiting for me to continue. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Normani tensed up at my question, biting her lip, a habit she developed that she did when she was nervous. "N-no. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, you've just been acting weird for the last few days. Usually you'd have told me about it, but you haven't. I'm worried about you."

She shook her head, kissing my cheek. "I'm fine, really. Just tired from rehearsals and what not." I nodded, deciding to drop the subject. Bothering her about it would get me nowhere.

The room was filled with silence, until the two of us fell asleep, Normani gripping my arms as if I were going to disappear, as if I weren't going to be here when she woke up.

* * *

"Hey, Y/S/N!" Mani and I walked into the dance studio hand in hand, the other girls already there. Ally greeted us with hugs as usual, Lauren and Mila doing the same when we got to them.

Dinah, however, stood in the corner, glaring daggers at my girlfriend. I furrowed my eyebrows at the tall Polynesian, who smiled weakly at me. She walked up to me and kissed my forehead, patting my head. "You'll be okay, Y/N. We got you."

She shot one last glare at Mani, before sitting beside Ally, jumping into conversation with her bandmates. I noticed the grip on my hand tightened, my girlfriend's body shaking slightly. "You okay?" I grabbed her chin with my free hand, once again meeting worry-filled eyes.

She wasn't okay, and Dinah knew why.

When Normani didn't answer, I turned to Dinah, about to ask her what the fuck was going on, when Sean bounced in the room. "Great," I mumbled, letting go of the dark-skinned girl, walking away angrily. "Of course I'm interrupted."

Before joining the other girls, Lauren gave me another hug, pecking my cheek a few times after settling beside me. "Hey, nugget. What's wrong?"

I shrugged, resting my head on the Cuban's shoulder. "Mani's being weird, and I don't know why. She won't tell me. Usually she would have by now, but she hasn't, which is worrying me."

Lauren nodded at my confession, wrapping her arm around me. "Whatever happens, whatever it is, I want you to know something." She took my face between her soft hands, forcing me to look her in the eyes. "We're here for you, and we're going to take care of you. Okay? Know that you aren't alone. Promise?"

I took her pinkie, the two of us kissing our hands. "Promise." Lauren smiled, kissing my cheek once more before scurrying off to practice their choreography.

I flopped back on the wooden floor, sighing loudly.

What the fuck is going on? Why is every acting like something is going to happen?

* * *

I decided to go home early, Big Rob dropping me off at our apartment. I couldn't handle being in the same room as Normani anymore, with the thought of her lying to me about something floating around in my head.

Shoving the keys in the door, I unlocked it, met with...Normani's bags. They were piled on the floor, along with a few boxes full of her stuff. I dropped the keys and phone on the floor, my heart along with them.

Fuck.

I felt a presence behind me, and I immediately knew it was her. I swallowed the lump in my throat, clenching my hands into fists. "W-when were you going to tell me?"

Normani walked in front of me, looking extremely guilty. "I-I...don't know. I didn't think you'd leave early."

I shook my head, taking a step away. "So, what? You weren't going to tell me that you're fucking leaving?!" Shock turned to anger quickly, my voice growing louder and louder.

"Y/N, I-I can't do this anymore. The fame, the paparazzi, the tours, I can't handle it. I...need to go."

"Then fucking leave!" I pushed on her chest, making the girl stumble. "I'm so fucking stupid, thinking that you would stay."

Tears slipped from the girl's eyes, her shaky hands trying to grab my own. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Y/N...I don't want to leave you, but I can't stay." I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, my knees loudly hitting the floor.

"J-just fucking go, Mani. If you want to go, do it, throw everything that you've worked so had for away. Throw our relationship away. Throw your fucking happiness away. If you walk out that door, don't ever come back."

I didn't think it were possible to feel this way. It felt like someone repeatedly kicked me in the chest. My heart...it was in physical pain. I was drowning. Normani was the oxygen in my lungs, and without her, I would die.

This is a broken heart.

Her soft, trembling lips pressed to my head, along with a few tears. "I love you, Y/N. Always and forever." She let go of me, standing up to get her things.

And when the door shut, so did my eyes.

"Y/N!"

~

Uh...sorry ? ¿

ON ANOTHER NOTE, I SAW THE GIRLS LAST NIGHT IN DC AND IT WAS SO FUCKING AMAZING. I MET BEA IN THE MORNING, WHO IS SO FUCKING AMAZING, ADORABLE AND SHORT. THEN I SAW THE GIRLS LATER, WHERE I COMPLETELY LOST MY SHIT.

THEN THEY DROP ANOTHER FUCKING BOMB TODAY WITH THE IILWAM MUSIC VIDEO. THE CHOREO, THE COSTUMES, LAUREN FUCKING MICHELLE JAUREGUI BEING DISRESPECTFUL AS FUCK. I SWEAR
TO GOD THEY WANT ME DEAD SO BAD.

In short, I am officially fucked up.

That is all.

P.S. Part 2 maybe?