how you meet (dinah)-
today was the day i was going to meet fifth harmony, and i was over the moon.
i had bought tickets for the show, but since the meet and greet tickets were way too expensive and beyond the limitations of my budget, i had begrudgingly given up on buying them. however, different radio stations and organizations had given fans the extra opportunity to win tickets to the meet and greet, as well as a backstage pass. the courage that i radiated by participating in all of the contests did not go in vain, because i had become lucky enough to be a winner of one of the competitions.
now, i stood in front of the mirror, making sure my outfit was spot-on. i sported a baby pink crop top which had the word "feminist" written on it with a little rose (i knew lauren was going to appreciate me for that). matched with the top, i wore a pair of black skinny jeans that fit my thick yet slender legs perfectly. the outfit was completed with a pair of black heels and an Adidas bomber jacket.
"perfect." i think, attempting to envision what the girls would say about not only my outfit, but also about me, because they had to deal with me for the meet and greet as well as the backstage hangout which lasted around three hours.
all the girls meant the world to me, but if i had to pick a favorite, it would be dinah. she was so genuine and caring, leaving all fans relieved with her kindness and affection. she was funny, and never failed to brighten up my day. her morals like her dedication to her family and friends from all the way back made me happy and inspired to follow in her footsteps.
i smile, thinking about dinah as a loud voice interrupts my train of thought.
"y/n!" my mom shouts, standing at the entrance to the house. "it's time to go!"
i pick up my black purse, and run out the door, sliding into the car.
once we reach the venue, my mom hugs me and proceeds to drive back home.
"be safe, and give me a text or call if you need anything!" i nod in response, watching her drive away as i walked back into the hall where the meet and greet was taking place.
it was my turn, and my breath hitches at the back of my throat. my hands start to feel clammy and sweaty, and my legs tremble under the tumultuous fear of meeting the girls for the first time. none of them followed me on social media, so it was prominently the actual first time they would be having an encounter with me.
"next!" i feel myself being pulled along by a security guard, and i roll my eyes internally. just what i expected.
the girls stand in front of me, and i am placed in front of them, the clock ticking on the number of seconds left for my session.
"come here, cutie." i hear a familiar voice and feel a pair of eyes boring into me. the voice makes me freeze, yet gets my legs moving towards the speaker.
dinah.
"um-hi," i stutter, playing with my fingers.
"aww, she's so cute!" lauren squeals.
"my name's y/n," i say nervously.
the girls chant in unison,"hi, y/n!"
i muster the courage to give them more than just a few words.
"i just wanted to say... i love you girls so much, you don't even know. i mean, I guess you do, because you're used to it, but you guys have made such a positive impact in my life- you've helped me get through things like anxiety, problems, and stress...and like made me lose all my worries. i've laughed and i've cried with you... and i couldn't be happier." i announce, tears welling up in my eyes.
