Dinah • Dancing Like A White Girl

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Y/HT = your hometown

Your POV

I sink lower down into the leather couch and the scent of... Lemons? I think, lemons fills my nostrils and I'm guessing it's from the air freshener that the hotel used to clean the furniture. It smells pretty good, actually. That and the mixed scents of Lauren, Dinah, Ally, Camila and Normani are what I can smell, probably because it's their hotel room and they've used this couch.

The girls of Fifth Harmony are currently visiting Y/HT and I'm visiting them at their hotel. We became friends after I helped them out when they got lost here a year ago. They appreciated the help I gave them and I guess we just became friends. They're amazing girls and I'm lucky to be friends with them, but because they are always busy, I only get to see them when they visit Y/HT. Such as now.

"Oh my god, girls," Camila says in disbelief, causing me to look up from my phone screen and to the double bed that she is sitting on. She's staring intently at her phone screen and is wearing a mischievous smile. "Where's Dinah?"

"Bathroom," Ally replies, and I notice that the elder girl is playing with her hair as she looks in the mirror hung on the wall. "Why?"

"Because," Camila smirks, glancing up at us all. "She's gonna kill me when I put this on."

I'm immediately confused and my attention is focused solely on the Cuban who looks like she is up to something. She hits a few buttons on her screen before looking up and watching me with a troublesome grin. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what she's up to, but before I can ask, I hear a familiar voice blast through the speakers of her phone.

"Tonight, you bet I'm wearing my best dress for you. And tonight, you bet I'm putting on my dancing shoes..."

"You're so dead, Camz," Lauren stifles a laugh as she walks past me and leaves the hotel room altogether.

Meanwhile, I furrow my eyebrows as I try to think about why that voice sounds familiar. And then it hits me. "Is that Dinah?"

Camila chuckles and nods her head, turning the volume of her phone up. I listen carefully and oh my god, it's such a funny song. Yet, somehow, Dinah still manages to have an amazing voice. Not the only thing amazing about her, though. 

"It's like you're asking to be punched," Normani tries to prevent her smile from forming, but as much as she tries to hide it, you can tell she wants to laugh.

"It's Dinah's single from a while ago," Camila explains, pausing the song. "She hates when I play it and show people." As she says this, she hits play again and turns the volume to the loudest it goes.

"So, that's why you're playing it?" I raise an eyebrow and purse my lips in disapproval, yet I still find the whole thing amusing.

Before she can't respond, the bathroom door bursts open and out walks Dinah with a red face. From anger or embarrassment, I don't know, but it's there.

"Mila, please turn that off," she says through gritted teeth, glaring at the teen who is laughing uncontrollably on the bed.

Camila shakes her head and manages to get out in between her laughter, "No way. Y/N is loving this!"

Dinah glances at me nervously and I smile teasingly at her as a joke, but she gets embarrassed and turns away immediately.

"Mila, please," she begs the Cuban, looking to Ally and Normani for help, but they shake their heads, signalling that they don't want to get involved.

Camila laughs and begins to sing along as the chorus plays. Normani and Ally laugh hysterically at Camila and Dinah blushes furiously, obviously not liking the attention she is getting. I don't think I've ever seen her look this flustered in my life!

As the music continues to play and Camila sings along teasingly, Dinah glances at me once more before racing out the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

Camila pauses the music and the teasing smile fades from her lips. Normani and Ally stop laughing and the three girls share a look of confusion and concern.

"What just happened?" I speak, wondering why Dinah got so embarrassed. It's only me who they showed it to. It's not like I'm a stranger.

No one replies, so I'm guessing they don't know. I sigh and stand up, making my way to the door.

"I'll go check on her," I say to them before leaving the room and stepping into the empty hallway of the hotel.

Where could she have gone? It's a hotel, not a house. I walk down the hallway, thinking about the flustered Polynesian. I hope she isn't too upset.

As I round the corner of the hallway, I see a tall, yet slumped figure sitting on the bench that is pushed against the wall and beside the elevator. I can recognise that blonde mane of hair anywhere. I walk towards her and she looks up, startled at whoever interrupted her thoughts. When she realises it's me, she smiles awkwardly and her face turns bright red. I take a seat beside her and she looks down to her hands which are playing with hem of her shirt. I'm a little shocked that she is reacting like this. The oh so confident Dinah Jane Hansen is embarrassed. That's a first.

"Hey," I say softly, offering a smile her way, but she doesn't look up as she replies.

"Hi."

I don't really know how to start, so I place my hand in hers, causing her to tense up and relax straight after.

"Why did you run out of there?" I begin, playing with her fingers.

She watches our intertwined hands and I can't help but feel a tingle in my stomach at the contact of our hands. Hers are so soft and warm and I swear, I could hold them forever.

"It was only me," I say to her, lowering my head to look her in the eye. She catches my eyes and I smile at her, sitting up straight again. This time, she looks up at me as I say, "It was just a song."

She groans and releases my hand, dragging her hand down her face. "I know. But Camila knows I find it embarrassing yet she still chose to show you. And I like you and I don't want you to think I'm some weirdo who sings weird songs because I'm already weird enough."

Did she just say she likes me? How do I reply to that? I know I feel the same, but still.

"Oh, no..," she mutters to herself, probably realising she just told me how she feels. She looks up to meet my gaze, her brown eyes sparkling with nervousness. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

I don't know what comes over me, but a humoured laugh escapes my lips. She likes me. She was worried about seeming weird in front of me. I feel kind of honoured to know that she was worried about how she came across to me.

Meanwhile, she furrows her eyebrows and wears a baffled expression, probably wondering why I'm laughing.

"That's so sweet, Dinah," I admit, holding her hand in mine again. "I like you, too."

"Y-you do?" Her face flushes as she asks for my confirmation.

I can't help but grin at her adorableness. As much as I love confident, slightly cocky Dinah, flustered, shy Dinah is pretty darn cute, too.

"I do," I smile softly at her, nodding my head slowly. "And I find it cute that you care what I think." Before I can continue, I notice that she looks down and wears an embarrassed smile, causing me to laugh again and lift her face up by her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "The song was funny, yes, but you know what? You still sounded amazing in it, as usual. And yes, you are a huge weirdo. The biggest weirdo ever. But that's why I like you."

A face eating grin spreads across her face and her cute eye dimples show off, making my heart swell. How is it possible to be that beautiful?

"You're amazing," she says happily, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from bursting with smiles.

I shake my head and a smile plays on my lips. I make sure that I'm staring directly into her beautiful brown eyes, as I say, "No, you are."

//

Someone asked for another fluffy Dinah one? And I thought of this, but it's not as good as I wished it to be aha, so sorry about that.

On another note, if you haven't already, I've updated the second chapter to my Lauren/You story, and I would love if you checked it out. Thanks! :)

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