dove was playing as opener for dua lipa's tour, four shows in the uk and one in ireland. she'd be performing at the wembley stadium for the first time tonight, even if it was as an opener– it'd be her first live show in over two years, she was excited, nervous, happy, a mix of emotions.

you, as the supportive good boyfriend you are, were right next to her; took the flights with her, were there for the soundcheck, while she got her makeup and outfit done and all the pre–show things... you stood between the barricade and stage the whole time she performed, recording and cheering for her, the whole time– you were so proud for her just standing up there in front of everyone.

"can't believe i just did that!" she chuckled walking backstage after she finished her opening act, she wiped her face with a towel, the smile never leaving her face.

you grin watching her, standing there and holding the flower bouquet you got her behind her back. "you were amazing, gorgeous."

she lets out a little squeal when she sees you and jumps to you, you catch her when she clings to you like a little monkey. "got you these." you move the bouquet to her.