Fifth Harmony Imagines

D.J.H./C.C.: Mine

Camila and Dinah fighting over you.

Goals af.

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Your P.O.V.

"Y/N, come on! Go with me, just this once." Lauren whined, pushing her bottom lip out,  emerald eyes widening. She looked adorable, basically.

A loud groan fell from my lips, shoving my face into one of the many soft pillows strewn across my bed. "Don't you dare pout, Laur." The girl laughed, plopping herself on my lower back.

"C'mon. Pretty please." Sighing again, I nodded reluctantly, Lauren squealing happily. She kissed the back of my neck before hopping off, poking my arm.

"Yay, thank you nugget, I love you! Okay, now get up! The match starts in an hour."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out so I can get ready." The Cuban grinned, skipping out the door like a child. I was about to pull my shirt off when she peeked her head back in.

"Oh, by the way, Dinah and Camila are fighting." My eyes widened at her words, the girl laughing again before running off.

Dinah and Camila are...something else. Here's the thing, Camila and I dated for a while, until I caught her kissing some stale-ass Dorito. I broke everything off for about a year, and during that time, I met Dinah. She made me feel...perfect. Wanted. Beautiful. Worth it.

Everything that Camila failed to.

"Y/N." I looked up, still half-naked, Lauren staring worriedly. "Are you okay with going? With seeing her again?" Nodding, I quickly walked over to kiss her forehead before going into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I didn't want Lauren to feel guilty. Besides, it was about time I faced the music.

If I'm being honest, I want Dinah to kick Camila's ass, no matter how nice it was. She deserves it. When Dinah found out about what Camila did, she specifically requested to fight her, where the Polynesian won. When they fought again, Camila won.

The two athletes made a deal, for the third match, since Camila really wanted me back and Dinah loved me so much. Not that I would ever get back with the Cuban, though I couldn't say that all my feelings for her had completely gone away. This game was the tie-breaker.

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After parking the car, Lauren and I made our way into the building, jaws dropping at how big the crowd was.

Both sides of the place were almost completely filled, loud chatter and music the only things heard. Glancing to the left, I saw Dinah sitting on the left with that blonde mane flowing down her shoulders, talking to other friends of ours, Ally and Normani. The three girls were laughing, snacking on some delicious looking cookies.

Dinah was decked out in her fencing gear; her chest-protecter, Sous-Plastron, breeches, and jacket. The outfit clung to her body perfectly, showing off her toned and full assets. Ally had her gloves and helmet, which sat on the extra seat. She looked so fucking attractive in those clothes.

Lauren pulled me in their direction, the two girls quickly facing us with smiles. "Y/N!" Dinah stood up, catching me when I leaped, embracing her in a tight hug. "Someone missed me."

"Can you blame me?" The tall girl laughed, shrugging after setting me down. Lauren and Ally and Lauren giggled, watching our encounter. They shipped us so hard. Everyone did, actually.

I'm not gonna lie, we're cute as hell together.

We sat beside the two Latinas, fingers intertwined. Dinah was bouncing her leg nervously, glancing over at Camila, who was on the other side of the room with that ugly-ass Dorito. She was staring at me, a hurt expression on her face.

Uh-huh, she's hurt.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Dinah with a genuine smile. We weren't officially dating yet, but she promised to take me out tonight after beating Camila's ass, which I laughed at. I'm sure she would, but angry Camila could really fuck it up.

The 4 of us chatted for a while, Ally sharing her cookies with us. They were so delicious. That girl could bake for real. Dinah went to warm up for the fight a little later, mesmerized by the graceful movements of her body. "Stop drooling, Y/N." Lauren nudged me, laughing.

I kicked her foot, watching Dinah swing the mask off her face, ruffling those gorgeous locks. The Polynesian turned to me, sending me a quick wink, that caused me to blush. "Oh lord, y'all are so cute." Ally clapped her hands, my face reddening further.

God, they're so embarrassing.

Out of nowhere, a bell rang, the two fighters looking at a man dressed in a pressed suit. He raised his hands at Dinah and Camila, waving them towards the fencing stage. The brown-haired boy kissed her cheek, my ex quickly wiping it off her cheek, making me laugh. Dinah quickly ran over to me, stealing a kiss before hopping up on the opposite side of the jealous-looking Cuban.

Fencing is a very quick sport. It's all about strategy, speed, and observation. Dinah was a master at strategy and observation, but Camila was a bit faster.

This match would be interesting, to say the least.

The two put their masks on, raising their foils, resting them on their sides. "En Garde." The man said, raising both his arms at the two. He said something else that I couldn't make out, and in a flash, Camila lunged forwards. Dinah retreated a bit, deflecting her weapon skillfully before striking her chest.

Dinah's side of the stage lit up green, Camila's red. The crowd cheered, my friends and I yelling loudly for her. Camila adjusted her jacket, walking confidently back to her side. If I knew anything about that girl, it's that she never gives up, no matter what.

After the crowd quieted down again, the man spoke. "En Garde." The girls did the same thing, Camila lunging forwards once again. Dinah, off-guard at her sudden movement, the shorter girl piercing her arm. Her side lit green this time, Dinah's red.

Austin jumped up excitedly, Lauren mumbling something about his greasy-ass needed to take a seat. I laughed, agreeing. He really did. Honestly, how does Camila find him attractive at all?

Shaking it off, we watched as the match continued, the two going back and forth with scoring. Dinah won the first round, Camila the second. It was now 14 to 14 in the last round, the two girls tied. Whoever got this lady point, wins the whole thing.

Dinah moved forwards the second she could, deflecting Camila's quick strike, the Cuban intercepting a swing at her chest. They danced for a few seconds, expertly dodging and blocking each other's swords. I was extremely tense, gripping Lauren's hand tightly.

The two clashed again, metal hitting metal, until one of the girls gasped, both of their lights lighting green. No one moved or spoke, hearing their heavy, exhausted pants fill the air. The man hurried to the screen, conversing with the man, watching the replay.

"We have a winner!"

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Lmao don't hate me, i'm tired bye :)