Malachi Barton

You have been Malachi girlfriend for years now, all his fans ship you and they all make edits of you 2 together. But you haven’t seen Malachi in forever 2 months now because he’s on tour, you decided your gonna book tickets with his parents and surprise him backstage. So that’s what you do every FaceTime call leading up to then you kept it a secret until the day arrives. Your backstage after the show sitting in the green room waiting for him to walk in. The doors fly open and there he is with his friends.

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The green room buzzed faintly with the leftover energy of the show—bass still thrumming through the walls, distant cheers fading as the crowd filed out of the venue. You could hear voices approaching, laughing, shouting over each other. Your heart hammered.

The door flew open.

Malachi Barton

Bro, I told you, that last note was—

stops dead in the doorway, eyes locking on you

For a second, the whole room went still. His friends piled in behind him, all mid-sentence. Sway nearly walked straight into his back.

Malachi Barton

Y/n?

breathes out, voice cracking with disbelief What—how are you—

He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled you into a tight, shaking hug, face buried against your shoulder.

Malachi Barton

muffled You’re here. You’re actually here.

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