Every song has a story. Freya just happen to be about the boy she's loved for years. Malachi has been there through every late-night writing session, every new release, and every milestone in Freya's music career. He knows her voice better than anyone. But there's one thing he'll never understand... Why every love song feels so familiar. With hidden feelings, unforgettable melodies, and a friendship that could become something more

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Malachi Barton booked the biggest role of his career before he ever knew Freya Jones was pregnant. By the time they found out, it was already too late to back out. He promised he'd be home before the baby came. He promised he wouldn't miss anything. He promised he'd be there. But life doesn't care about promises. A few weeks before her due date, Freya developed preeclampsia and was rushed to the hospital. Malachi was still in Vancouver - stuck behind filming schedules, contracts, and producers who wouldn't let him leave early. And when Aurelia Daniella Skye Jones Barton was born, Malachi wasn't there. He arrived the next day, straight from the airport, guilt already eating him alive. Freya recovered. Aurelia fought. And Malachi stayed as long as he could - four weeks - before he had to return to set. Now Aurelia is one month old, and Freya is learning how to be a mother without him. Late nights. Early mornings. Bottles. Tears. Healing. Her family and MK help, but it isn't the same. Malachi is back in Vancouver pretending everything is normal. The cast doesn't know about the baby. The world doesn't know about the baby. And every day he feels the distance growing between him and the two people he loves most. When he finally comes home months later, Aurelia is almost six months old - smiling, reaching, recognizing faces. And he realizes he's missed more than he ever expected. But when he leaves again for Coven, and something happens back home, Malachi makes one phone call - to Orlando - and the entire Camp Rock cast drops their Hawaii trip to fly to LA and be his support system. Some secrets break you. Some secrets save you. And some secrets... change everything.

Everyone thinks Freya is trouble. She skips class, smells like cigarettes, climbs out of bedroom windows after midnight, and never lets anyone close enough to ask why. Malachi certainly isn't planning on becoming her babysitter. He's already exhausted trying to keep his reckless little sister, Kylie, alive. When Kylie starts dragging Freya into every bad decision imaginable, Malachi decides he's done watching from the sidelines. He starts driving them places just so they don't walk home alone. He waits outside parties. He patches scraped knees. He takes cigarettes away. He argues. He lectures. He protects. But somewhere between late-night phone calls, panic attacks, and chasing Freya through rain-soaked streets... Protecting her stops feeling like a responsibility. It becomes an obsession. He can't sleep unless he knows she's home. He memorizes every scar on her hands. He notices when she skips meals. He starts carrying her favorite snacks in his truck "just in case." And before long, everyone notices the same thing- Malachi isn't just looking after Freya anymore. He's completely, hopelessly obsessed with keeping her safe. The problem? Freya has spent her entire life running from people who tried to control her. So what happens when the one person she'd trust with her life slowly becomes the one she can't imagine living without?

Freya Skye and Malachi Barton have been best friends since before either of them could walk - neighbors, family friends, fixtures in each other's lives through a decade of Saturday dinners neither of them would ever miss. Freya falls first, quietly, at thirteen, and never says a word. Malachi doesn't notice - not through his own string of casual, forgettable romances, not while Freya lines up boyfriends of her own just to prove to herself she's moved on. She hasn't. But she's very good at looking like she has. By the time Malachi finally catches up to what he's felt for years without naming it, Freya is happy - genuinely, unguardedly happy - with someone else. And Malachi decides, the way people do when they think they're being noble, that he missed his chance and it's his to carry alone.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... Freya Skye became too famous to fall apart in public. And Malachi Barton became too good at pretending he was okay. Two years after a breakup that inspired an entire Stardust EP, the former golden couple are forced back together when they're cast in ZOMBIES 5 to reprise their roles as Nova and Victor. The internet calls it iconic. The cast calls it fate. Their fans call it the reunion of the century. Freya calls it a nightmare. Because now they have to act in love again. Stand too close again. Touch again. And worst of all- kiss again. But the more time they spend together under stage lights and cameras, the harder it becomes to remember why they ended in the first place. Especially when Malachi still looks at her like she hung the stars. Especially when Freya realizes she never really stopped loving him either. And especially when, moments before filming the kiss scene, Freya quietly asks the director if they can change it- only for Malachi to grab her waist, lean close enough to break, and whisper: "Please kiss me." ━━━ A messy, emotional, fame-filled second chance romance about first loves, heartbreak songs, panic attacks, jealousy, growing up in public, and trying to love each other correctly the second time around.

Freya Skye Jones is living her dream. Sold-out arenas. A world tour. Millions of fans screaming her name every night. Everything she's ever wanted. Then Malachi Barton shows up backstage. He was only supposed to stay for a few days. A week at most. Instead, he becomes part of the tour. Part of the routine. Part of her. Between stolen hoodies, side-stage stares, matching bracelets, late-night hotel conversations, shared flights, and a song she only sings when he's there, what starts as friendship becomes something neither of them knows how to stop. But fame has a way of making everything complicated. The internet is watching. The paparazzi won't leave them alone. And the closer they get, the more the world seems determined to pull them apart. Because sometimes the right person shows up at exactly the wrong time. And sometimes loving someone isn't enough to make them stay. 🎤 Tour Romance 🤍 Friends to Lovers 🌧️ Slow Burn ✈️ Airport Goodbyes 🎶 Backstage Tension 🫶 Matching Bracelets 💔 Right Person, Wrong Time ❝you stayed.❞ ❝i always do.❞ A Fralachi Fanfiction.

When Freya is the new kid at school she instantly makes friends, being the new kid is always exciting. Over time her friendships develop. Especially her one with Malachi. This story navigates Friendship drama Rumours Crushes Falling in love All the stupid kid stuff new updates very day or two! Best ranks 12th on #first out of 35k 5th on #together out of 12k 17th on #forever out of 26k

Everyone thinks they know who the songs on Freya's *Stardust* EP are about. Fans online have theories. Clips. Lyric breakdowns. But they're only half right. After finishing the first leg of her tour, Freya escapes to the quiet chalet where most of the album was written-an album filled with late-night lyrics, hidden anger, and a song called "Golden Boy" that no one seems to understand. Because the truth is simple. Every song is about **Malachi Barton**. The same boy who acts like nothing between them ever changed. The same boy who's suddenly at the center of rumors with **Malia Baker**. Freya tells herself she doesn't care. She tells herself the songs were just songs. But when filming for **Zombies 5** brings them all to the same place-same set, same cast, same unresolved tension-the lines between lyrics and reality start to blur. Because Malachi has no idea the songs are about him. And Freya isn't sure what will happen first: him figuring it out... or her finally admitting the truth she tried to hide between the music. In a world of spotlights, rumors, and songs that say too much- some secrets were never meant to be heard.