Fifth Harmony Imagines

D.J.H.: Mess

MY BEAUTIFUL BABY IS 19 Y'ALL IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR HELP

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Your P.O.V.

"Y/N, c'mere!"

Groaning loudly, I dragged myself out of bed, throwing an old sweatshirt over my cold body. Walking into the kitchen, my eyes were met with Dinah mixing something in a bowl, a big smile on her face.

"What, Hansen?" The tall Polynesian pouted, pointing at all the ingredients splayed along the marble counter.

"Come help me. I'm making that dessert you like."

I rolled my eyes, hopping up on the counter beside her.

"I'm tired. I've been working all day."

Dinah pouted adorably, crossing her arms with the spatula still in her hand. Some of the batter splattered on the floor, continuing to drip from the utensil.

God, I hated messes.

Honestly, I had to clean when any other room besides my own was unkempt. It didn't matter in my own room, hence the word mine; it could be as messy as I wanted. But, if it were a room where I spent my life (the kitchen) it had to be clean.

Or else I'd just be pissed off.

"Jesus, Dinah. You're spilling it." Quickly grabbing a napkin, I crouched down, wiping the mess from the floor, simultaneously pushing the spatula back into the bowl and out of her hand.

"Why do I even let you make a mess in here." I mumbled, hearing her laugh, once again picking up the object.

She resumed stirring whatever she put in, an adorable, concentrated expression on her face. Eyebrows scrunched together, tongue peeking out of her rosy lips, focusing on the task in front of her.

"Stop staring at me."

"Stop being so pretty."

The girl rolled her eyes, despite the shy smile on her face. Watching Dinah to anything she enjoyed was equally as enjoyable for me, seeing how happy and excited she was.

Dinah stopped what she was doing, turning her body to face me. Her warm, chocolate eyes flitted over my sweatshirt clad body, before meeting my own eyes.

A grin broke out on to her face, her free hand coming forwards to cup my cheek, bringing me into a gentle kiss.

A moment later, a dull thud echoed through the kitchen, the batter splattered across the floor in a vanilla mess.

"God dammit."

"Sorry?" She giggled sheepishly, pecking my lips quickly before running upstairs, leaving me alone with the mess.

"You're fucking lucky I love you, Dinah Jane."

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I LOVE DINAH