Ashley wakes up, turning around at the snore she is hearing behind her and sees Dom laying next to her with an open mouth still asleep. He is still wearing his black and pink striped shirt from his show the night before but he was not able to change into some proper night wear because he just was too tired after finishing the show.
Ashley decides to get out of bed and gets into her living room where her dog Jagger jumps right at her. "Good morning my favorit puppy baby!". She starts to make some breakfast and sits herself at the balcony to start to eat while looking at the sunrise.
"Good morning sweetheart" she hears the crackling voice. "You slept well didn't you?" Ashley says and he sits down next to her. "Yeah, yesterday was wild" he answers in a still tired voice. Ashley smirks and gets back inside to get him some coffee.
Today though, he had a day off. "Well, I don't know if you're ready for Coachella then?", Ashley asks him. Their eyes meet and she raises her brows. "Nah, man, I'm ready. Nothing can ever slow me down!". They start to clean everything up and go outside to take a trip through the Colorado Desert.
It is a hot summer day but Ashley just through on her short black dress and wears a swim suit underneath. They take a cab to the Joshua Tree National Park that is located very close and go for a walk. Dom grabs Ashley"s waist she leans her head against his shoulder and they walk on and on.
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After a while they grab something to eat and decide to go back home to get ready for tonight.
Exhausted from the trip today, Ashley sits down on the bed resting. She scrolls through Insta and it gets hard for her to keep her eyes open. Dom looks at her.
"She's so pretty goddamn how did I deserve that?" He wonders. Ashley notices his piercing eyes. "What?", she says while smirking slightly. "Well, seeing you laying there makes me think of a preparation we could go through before going to Coachella". "Well, the faster we actually prepare for Coachella the more time we have there. First the work, then the fun, right?".
She gets up off the bed and starts to change into her clothes she prepared for Coachella and puts her makeup on. They are listening to music and drink one beer after another.
"I'm finiiiiished!" Ashley screams with a drink in her hand. Dom moves towars her and starts kissing her on her neck. She grabs his head and gives him one big smooch on his lips. "Let's call an uber".
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In the car he lays his hand on her thigh and she runs through his hair. "YOU are amazing, Dom", Ashley says.
Finally, they get out of the car.
They already hear the music playing, see thousands of people run around taking pictures at different locations.
They get to the stage where The 1975 is playing. Ashley starts dancing, swaying her hips. Dom grabs them and starts to kiss her from the back. She turns around and they start to make out. He puts his hand at the waistline of her trousers and starts moving it downwards. "Well, I guess, now the fun can start" Ashley whispers in his ear. Dom smiles as a response and she grabs his hand. They start running into one direction searching for s secret location. They find an empty caravan and lock the doors.
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Dom puts her pants down, she takes off his shirt. They start to make out and fall on the bed in the corner. Drunk as they are they get very intimate. "Dom, I'm about to...". Nevertheless, he does not slow down. "Dom", she moans
But he smiles and puts on some speed. She starts to bite her lip and smiles. "You are amazing, Dom".
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They get their clothes back on get out of the caravan.
"What the fuck where you doing in there that's private residence!" a security guy tells them.
"Sooooorrryyy!" Dom shouts and they run off laughing.
They enjoy the rest of the night dancing, singing and kissing and get back to their hotel room at about 3am.
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SHOW TIME
The next day Dom wakes up to his phone ringing. "God, shit this early?!" He replies. "Okay, I'll be there".
He looks over to Ashley. She is half awake. "Hey, baby, good morning. I have to go to sound check". "What time is it?" Ashley asks confused. "It's 3pm already I have to go. Are you coming with me?". Ashley sighs but nodds with her eyes closed. "Well, you can stay here if you want" but Ashley sits up, her hair all messy. "Nah, It's my sound check, too".
They get ready in fifteen minutes and drive off to the concert hall.
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At the hall they meet both their managers. "Had a rough night, ha?" they say laughing.
Dom and Ashley look at each other, see the still messy hair and the comfortable clothes they just threw over and start to smirk.
During sound check Ashley waits behind the scenes and watches Dom performing. She smiles and thinks how lucky she is to have him as a boyfriend. Now, it is time for the sound check of "11 minutes" that they are going to perform tonight. Ashley gets on stage after Dom announces her name like is going to do that night.
Sound check goes well. Both are excited for the show. They run around the hall before the show starts off and take pictures. "Dom, time to get up on stage", his manager calls.
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"And now, give it up for Halsey!"
The whole crowd gets wild and shout her name. The song starts playing and Ashley sings her part. They run around stage, Dom grabs her waist and the crowd screams even more. Ashley now gets up a little podestule and stands up there while Dom is singing his part. All the sudden, she starts to feel nauseous up there. She sits down and continues singing. She climbs back down feeling overheated. They finish off their song. "Guys, give it up for Halsey, again!" Everybody screams and Ashley waves and screams "Thank you, LA!"
As soon as she gets off the stage she falls on her knees and throws up. Her manager grabs her under the arms. "God, Ashley let's lay down". Dom finishes his show off with his two last songs not knowing what just has happened.
When he gets off stage he sees Ashley laying on a coach with her eyes closed. "Ash?". He walks towards her, her manager gets off his chair on the other side of the room. "She's okay now, she has been sleeping for fifteen minutes, she was throwing up right after you two finished your song". Dom sits down on the edge of the couch and runs his fingers along her right cheek. She opens her eyes. "Hey, baby, are you okay now?" He asks and Ashley smiles as a positive response to his question. "You keep laying there until we finished everything up here, okay?" She closes her eyes again and turns her head to left. Dom, Tom and Adam tidy the stage and put all the cables and guitars back into boxes.
One hour later he gets back to Ashley. She is no longer laying on the couch but helping cleaning the hall. "Why aren't you resting?" Dom asks dumbfounded. "I'm okay, I was just hungover".
They then get back into their hotel room. Back in their room, Ashley throws herself on the bed the second they get into their place. "God, everything's spinning". Nevertheless, she gets back up, puts off her makeup and gets into bed.
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Four weeks later
Now in Turkey, Dom wakes up in their new hotel room. He finds the other side of the king size bed empty. Too tired to even wonder where Ashley could be though he turns to the other side and closes his eyes again. Then he rapidly opens them back up at the sound coming from the bathroom.
He jumps up and runs into the bathroom. "Ashley! Again?". He finds her sitting in front of the toilet holding her own hair up. He kneels down beside her and grabs her hair to keep it out of the way, rubbing her back with the other hand. "I think all this foreign food and the masses of people made me sick", she says before throwing up again. "Shit, this sucks". She gets up and washes her face.
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Two hours later
They get to the concert hall and have their sound check. Two hours later, Dom gets on stage. He announces Ashley but sees her walking in slowly, her legs wobbling. She sings as if she was not feeling anything. After the song Dom decides to get off stage as well. "Ash, we have to get you checked up this has been going on for a week now!". She does not reply and looks down to her feet. "Are you okay? I have to get back on stage".
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Ashley's Point of View (1 week prior)
