❤️-Kylia Fanfics-💙

"An unexpected meet" #1

The air conditioning in the Mexico City hotel room hummed softly, a stark contrast to the deafening roars of the crowd that had filled the arena just an hour earlier.

Kylie tossed her bag onto the desk, the heavy thump echoing in the quiet space. Her arms ached from holding the mic, and her outfit-a sparkling, structural set built for stage lights-felt suffocating. Pacing over to the closet, she quickly shed the performance gear, swapping it for an oversized vintage tee and gray sweatpants.

Sinking onto the edge of the mattress, she let out a long breath and collapsed backward. The hotel bed was absurdly soft, swallowing her whole as she stared up at the ceiling. Her EP tour was going amazingly-the crowd tonight had sung every single word back to her-but the moment the stage lights turned off, the quiet settled in way too fast.

She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and tapped the TikTok icon.

Before the screen even fully loaded, Kylie braced herself. She knew what was waiting for her. Algorithmically, her For You Page had become a graveyard of memories, obsessed with holding onto a past she was actively trying to move beyond.

She was right.

The very first video that popped up was a sad edit. The clip transitioned from an old video of her and Malia laughing behind the scenes of Descendants, making funny faces at the camera, to a recent press junket clip where they stood side by side in absolute, icy silence. The audio playing over it was a slowed-down, melancholy pop track.

Kylie's eyes scanned the caption: "Kylia come back the kids miss you 😭💔"

She swiped down to the comments, though she already knew what she'd find. Thousands of fans echoing the exact same sentiment-speculating, mourning the friendship, arguing over who was to blame, and begging for a reconciliation that wasn't coming.

Kylie stared at the glowing screen, the faint music from the edit looping over and over in the quiet hotel room.

Kylie let out a quiet, heavy sigh and swiped the app away. Looking at the comments was never going to fix anything, and doom-scrolling at midnight was only going to ruin the high from tonight's show.

She turned off the screen, the room plunging back into the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. She made a move to toss her phone onto the nightstand, ready to finally call it a night.

Then, the screen lit up in her hand with a sharp, vibrant buzz. A single notification banner stretched across the top.

The banner stretched across the top of her screen: New Message from Maliababy😚💙.

Kylie froze, her thumb hovering in mid-air. Her heart squeezed with a sudden, dull ache just staring at the contact name. She realized then that even after all these months-after the unfollows, the awkward press junkets, and the icy silence-she had never brought herself to block Malia, nor had she changed the contact name she'd saved back when they were inseparable.

She tapped the banner, her pulse racing as the text box expanded.

Maliababy😚💙: Hey. whoever this is, This person is really drunk and you two seem close. She's passed out. So if you wanna come get her, that'd be great. I'm just trying to help, the location is at El Barón.

Kylie stared at the words, her mind racing. A stranger had her phone. Malia was passed out drunk at a bar somewhere in the middle of Mexico City.

Kylie didn't hesitate for even a second. Any leftover anger, awkwardness, or lingering resentment instantly evaporated, replaced by pure, cold panic. Malia was vulnerable, in an unfamiliar city, and completely incapacitated.