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.

Freya Skye didn't come to Blackridge Academy to make friends. She came to disappear. After a past she refuses to talk about and rumors that nearly destroyed her, Freya has learned one rule: Stay quiet. Stay invisible. Stay safe. Malachi Barton breaks that rule the moment he notices her. He's everything she isn't-powerful, feared, untouchable. The king of a school built on secrets and reputations. No one challenges him. No one gets close. No one sees the boy behind the walls. Except Freya. What begins as curiosity turns into protection. What turns into protection becomes obsession. And what becomes obsession slowly turns into love. But both of them are hiding scars the world doesn't know about. When Freya's past resurfaces and enemies begin to close in, their fragile peace shatters. Lies spread. Trust breaks. Hearts are tested. And suddenly, love isn't enough to save them. In a world where silence can be deadly and storms never warn you before they hit, Freya and Malachi must decide: Hold on to each other... Or let fear win. A slow-burn, emotional, dark romance about healing, trust, and finding home in the most unexpected person.

Malachi had never believed in the idea of fate-not until the moment he first laid eyes on Freya. It wasn't anything dramatic. No slow-motion entrance. No perfectly timed background music. She was just there, quietly tucked into a corner of a bustling café, her attention fixed on a worn sketchbook and the lines she carefully traced across its pages. She didn't look around or try to be seen. She was completely content in her own little world-and that was exactly what made Malachi stop mid-step. There was something magnetic about her. The way she carried herself-calm, self-contained, almost unapproachable-wasn't from arrogance, but from an inner peace he couldn't quite understand. She wore headphones, one earbud in, the other draped over her shoulder like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be part of the world or escape from it entirely. To anyone else, she might have seemed like just another quiet girl minding her business. But to Malachi, she was an unanswered question he suddenly needed to solve. From that instant, it wasn't a matter of if he'd try to know her-it was how. Something in his gut told him this wasn't going to be easy. She didn't seem like the type to trust quickly. She had walls, and he could sense them. But something about her made him want to climb those walls, no matter how high they were. He hadn't even heard her voice yet. And still, Malachi knew: He needed to get close to her. He needed to know who she was. And he'd do whatever it took to make that happen.

She's going off to college, majoring in dance. But she's doing a dual degree. Dance and Sports Journalism/ photography. He is the well known football player. Majoring in kinesiology. He is known for getting around. She sees him on the field. Instantly knows he's trouble but is interested in him. He sees her walking to her class one day. He is also interested in her, just not the way people think. It's like he actually sees her. How they meet? How she sees him. After orientation, it's dark. She wonders around trying to find the dance room. She finds it, but he's in there with a girl. She walks away before they see her. But he saw her. Couple days later at a party he stops her and asks if she saw him and that girl. They keep running into each other. On the field, classes, hallways, parties.