Fifth Harmony Imagines

Dinah/You: Date

"Hey, loser. Get dressed. I'm taking you out on a date. Be there in 5." Dinah said quickly over over the phone before hanging up.

I stood there dumbly, until I finally decided to cooperate and get ready. I put on some clothes and brushed my hair, deciding to leave it down. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and flung the door open, tackling Dinah in a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you so much!" I cooed, the sound of my voice muffled by her shirt.

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around me securely, "You saw me less than 24 hours ago." she replied kissing the top of my head.

"That's way too long." I said pouting.

"You're so cute." she said smiling at me. I smiled widely at her and she grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. "We should get going." she said, closing the door to my house and pulling me towards the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, after we had been walking for a few minutes.

"On a date. I thought I told you that already." she said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, "You know what I mean."

"You'll find out when we get there. Just relax and don't worry too much about it." she said nonchalantly. 

I nodded my head and kept quiet, though thousands of questions were running through my mind. I forced myself to just look around silently, until Dinah lead me to the entrance of Barnes and Nobles.

"We're here!" she exclaimed, holding the door open for me to walk through. We walked to the back and Dinah pulled out a pack of sticky notes from her pocket.

"What the hell are those for?" I asked suspiciously.

"Calm down. We're not going to do anything crazy or illegal. At least I don't think it's illegal. Here," she said handing me a few sticky notes, "write some of your favorite quotes, advice or anything else down on these and stick them in your favorite books."

I studied her for a bit before taking the sticky notes and sitting down at the table in front of use. I pulled out my phone to look through my notes, which had one of my favorite tumblr posts of all time in it. Looking at the post I decided to break each paragraph up and put each one in a different book.

"Lately, I've been lighting forest fires and naming them after the way you make me feel."

"Striking matches against your skin, I surrender, but watching the way the fire dances in the wind I know that you are Holy."

"Maybe you haven't figured it out yet. Maybe the recent string of sirens doesn't sound like a funeral procession, maybe the way the tree trunks bend doesn't look like a crime scene, maybe what tastes like poetry to me tastes like sin to you but maybe you can't tell the difference."

"It feels like in the incense of this longing I have forgotten that you come from a different religion. Maybe we don't need a god tonight. Maybe I sacrificed myself to the flame while you were plucking matches out of your skin."

"For every tree that begs for mercy,
I whisper your name into their branches,
for you taste like the Springtime breeze
that threatens to take me Home again."

I wrote each paragraph down and then stood up, going to find my favorite books. Only having to roam for a couple of minutes, I quickly found the books and stuck the sticky notes on the 5th page of each book.

I walked back to the table to find Dinah waiting for me, "Ready?" she asked. I nodded and she stood up, walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "On to part two!" she said, pulling me out of the bookstore. We walked back to my house and got into her car. After driving for a couple of hours, we arrived outside of a restaurant.

"I have one of these restaurants down the street from my house. We didn't have to drive this far out." I said.

She smiled at me, "Oh, but we did, my love. We're going to showcase our wonderful acting abilities and pretend to be someone else for this part of the date. Nobody knows who we are here, so we can be whoever we want to be." she said shrugging.

I smiled widely at her, "Can we make up each other's identity?" I asked, my excitement evident.

She smiled back at me and nodded.

"Alright. Your name is Natalia and you're British. You're a surgeon and you use cheesy pickup lines as greetings for everyone you meet."

"Fine. Your name is Olga and you're a masseuse who looks at people's necks instead of eyes when they're talking to you." she replied.

"First one to break character loses. Winner gets to choose top or bottom for next time." I bargained.

"Deal. Let's go, Olga. I made reservations." she said in an impressive British accent. She smiled at me and intertwined our fingers together.

"I love you, Natalia.

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a/n:I wrote this a long ass time ago and never posted it because it's so shitty but oh whale. here it is!!