Fifth Harmony One Shots

Flicker (Dinah/You)

Y/N's POV

I was laying in bed with Dinah cuddled into my chest fast asleep. I couldn't sleep because I had too much on my mind. I looked down at her face and saw the tear tracks on her face from the fight that we had before she went to sleep. We've been fighting a lot lately, and it hurts both of us. We both love each other, but we've been struggling so much. It feels like we're barely hanging on sometimes and I can't lose her because I love her so much. As much as both of us love each other, I'm afraid that what he had is gone. Laying there and listening to the pattern of her breathing gives me comfort because I know that she's still here with me. I gently ran my hand up and down her arm as I sighed.

" My parents used to fight a lot. I don't remember my parents ever really being happy with each other. I only remember them fighting all the time. I don't want to become like that Dinah. I don't want to become my parents. I want to be happy, and I want to be happy with you." I whispered to her and I know she wouldn't hear me or answer back. Sometimes I like talking to her while she sleeps because I don't tell her these things when she's awake.

" Maybe that's my fault. Maybe I don't talk to you enough about what I'm feeling. It's not that I don't want to, but I feel like I should keep all these things that I'm thinking to myself in fear of showing you the side of me that I don't want you to see. Maybe I'm more like my parents than I thought. My parents never talked to each other about what they were feeling which led to them finally having enough and blowing up at each other." I said with a sigh. I never wanted to become like my parents, but I guess I am more like them than I thought.

" I'm sorry, Dinah. I love you. I don't mean to cut you off from my feelings. I can't talk about them because I'm scared. I'm scared that they will blow up on me." I sighed to myself as I looked up at the ceiling.

" I know that I don't open up to you, but you don't open up to me all the time either. I hate not knowing what you're thinking. I hate not knowing if you're sick of this relationship or if you still want to be with me." I whispered to her. I wish I had the courage to tell her all of this when she was awake. Dinah knows that I have a strained relationship with my parents, but she doesn't know why. She's asked me before, but I always tell her that I don't want to talk about it and she leaves it alone.

" Is it too late to salvage this relationship?" I asked to the ceiling.

" I love her, and I don't want to lose her." I said towards the ceiling.

Every time I feel this feeling of hopelessness, I think back to the start of our relationship. We were so happy. I remember the first time I saw her sitting in Starbucks. I was working there at the time and I remember when she came in. She went to the counter to order and I was staring at her like a creep. She told me her order, but I didn't even hear what she said because she was so beautiful. Her golden locks and her beautiful brown eyes were stunning. Her smile was beautiful and I wished at that moment that I could see that smile all the time. She snapped her fingers in front of my face and I snapped out of my thoughts with a blush on my face. I remember embarrassing myself, even more, when I told her she was beautiful and she laughed with that smile that I instantly loved. I finally wrote her order down on the cup, her name, and my number. It wasn't allowed, but I hoped they wouldn't notice. She smiled and walked away. She was stuck on my mind for the rest of the day. It took a few days, but when I got that text, I was so happy that she decided to text me after I embarrassed myself. I remember our first date and the first time she kissed me. I remember the first time she told me that she loves me. I remember all of it. Those are the moments that I try to hold onto because those are the moments where we were the happiest. I remember the magic of our relationship and it echoes a spark. It may feel like we're going through some tough times right now and that everything is dark because we are fighting, but I think there's still light there. There's always this flicker of hope that she gave me that day she decided to text me. She could have simply threw out the cup and ignored the numbers that I wrote on it, but she decided to give me a chance. I know that I have to keep fighting for her and I have to start telling her what I'm feeling. I don't want us to fall apart like my parents. She's too important to me and I love her too much to let that happen to us. She's the best thing that I have in my life. I hope that this funk won't last and that it will pass.

I was knocked out of my thoughts as Dinah shuffled a bit in bed and cuddled closer into me while whispering to me that she loves me. I smiled at the words and pulled her more into me.

" I love you too, Dinah. Never forget that." I whispered in her ear. Those words gave me hope that we can work through whatever's been going on between us recently. I will keep fighting for her because I still have that flicker of hope.