Fifth Harmony Imagines/Preferences

You're Lucky I Love You (Dinah Imagine)

I wasn't planning on updating this much, but xx74xx has been blowing up my notifications with votes on pretty much every chapter and I felt like being nice. Also, dedicating such a short chapter didn't sit right with me so I updated until I came to an imagine

"What if they don't like me?"

"They'll love you, stop worrying."

"What if they make you break up with me?"

"They won't do anything. I'm 20 years old, love. Stop worrying."

"What if they don't think I'm cute?! Y/N, I swear, I'll fight your parents if they-"

"Dinah! Nobody will question how cute you are and if they do, I will personally fight them because you're the cutest. Stop. Worrying."

My girlfriend of six months lets out an anxious sigh, squeezing my hand before I pull into my parents' driveway. Dinah may be nervous about meeting my parents, but I'm not exactly calm and collected myself.

I see Dinah nervously look at my parents' house, seemingly more scared of the possibilities than my actual parents. Taking a deep breath to calm my own nerves, I take the hand closest to me and place a kiss on her knuckle, bringing her out of her thoughts. "We'll be fine, DJ. No matter what happens, we'll be fine. Okay?"

She nods, squeezing my hand one more time and lets out one more sigh to expel as many nerves as possible before we both get out of the car. Before we even reach the door, it's thrown open and my mom is rushing forward. You'd think she'd be rushing for me, but no. My poor girlfriend nearly gets smothered by my mother, despite the obvious height difference.

"You must be Dinah. Our Y/N hasn't stopped talking about you. Come in, come in! Dinner's almost ready."

I hear quiet laughter and see my step-father, John, standing in the doorway. He moves aside to allow my mother and my girlfriend past, chuckling again when I throw him a glare. "Well, you were no help. My girlfriend could've suffocated, you know."

John drapes his arm over my shoulders, kicking the door shut behind us. I'm not sure where my mom dragged Dinah off to, probably the kitchen, but I don't think on it too much. John leads me to the living room, sitting on the armchair while I throw myself on the couch. "She's just excited. This is the first person, boy or girl, that you've brought home. Must be pretty serious."

I nod, knowing my step-father's right. I've never had a serious relationship before Dinah, so I never felt the need to bring someone home to meet my parents. She's the only person I've actually seen a future with.

"Y/N! John! Go wash up so we can eat!"

John and I share a glance before racing to the bathroom, shoving each other as we each try to be first. Needless to say, I won.

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"So, tell me. How long have you two been together?" John asks, pushing his steamed vegetables to the side as discreetly as possible.

I see Dinah doing the same, separating her vegetables from her chicken. "In a week, it'll be exactly six months."

I notice my mom being uncharacteristically quiet, looking at all of us before standing up. All three of us tense, worried she noticed us pushing away our vegetables until she points to our glasses. "Anybody want a refill on their drink?"

While mom's in the kitchen, I see Dinah "slyly" push her vegetables onto my plate. With a sigh of resignation, I pretend I don't notice; knowing I'll end up eating them anyway. If I push them back onto her plate, she'll pout and I'll just end up feeling guilty.

John lets out a bark of laughter, covering it with a cough when mom walks back into the dining room with our drinks.

I glare half-heartedly at Dinah, seeing the innocent smile on her face. "You're lucky I love you..."

"I know. I love you too."

This was one of those "Imagine your OTP" things, I can't remember exactly what it said though. "Which of your OTP slyly pushes their vegetables onto the other's plate and which one silently accepts their fate?" I think. Don't quote me on that.