Fifth Harmony Imagines

D.J.H.: Ruined

lil short thing idk

dinah looks so good im CRYIJG

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Your P.O.V.

It's always the same. Which you don't mind, at all.

Dinah, on a random afternoon of clinging to you from the moment you both woke up tangled in the mess of sheets, asking you out for coffee with a cute, sleepy smile on her face.

Of course you agree, standing up for both of you to change into some warm clothes, Dinah in her parka and scarf, hair messy on top of her head.

The moment you step out the door Dinah is hanging onto your arm, lacing her slender fingers through yours, cuddling into your side like you were the only possible source of heat.

"I'm cold." She'll mumble, only to get your arm hug her closer. A few minutes of walking later you two reach the small cafe, inhaling the sweet scents of vanilla and caramel, warmth sinking into your bones.

Dinah still wouldn't let go, so you dragged her to the counter, ordering two large cappuccinos with the cute foam heart in the middle, the girl giggling cutely before snapping a picture for snapchat with her phone when the waitress brought it to your booth.

Not surprisingly, Dinah sat on the same side of the booth, constantly pressing soft kisses to your cheek, nuzzling the chilly skin of her nose into your neck.

All of a sudden, a group of grown men with cameras and notepads approached our table, almost screaming questions when their eyes landed on the singer beside you.

"Dinah, you're Dinah Jane Hansen!"

"Pose for the camera?"

"Dinah, anything to say about the rumors of you going solo?"

The Polynesian tensed, tightening her grip on your hand. She didn't reply to the paparazzi, instead shaking her head against you, indicating she wanted to leave.

Sighing, you wrapped an arm around her, shoving through the rude men to get to the door.

"Leave me the fuck alone! I'm just trying to have fucking coffee with my girlfriend, you pricks!" The girl yelled angrily over her shoulder, you having to pull her away before she turned around and punched all of them square in the face.

"Fuck!" Dinah groaned, running a hand through her already messed up hair.

"Hey, hey, DJ. Look at me, baby." The girl met your eyes, hers watery and full of unshed tears. The sight made your heart tighten, pulling the girl into a hug. "It's okay."

"It's not, Y/N! They ruin every fucking date we go on! I just want to spend one day with you, without having to worry about those assholes intruding."

"I know, baby. Let's go home, okay? We can cuddle and watch Netflix." With a sad smile, you nodded, holding her tightly the rest of the way home, reassuring her that no matter where you were, as long as she was with you, it didn't matter.

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tears