Perfect Mistake (An Ezria Fan Fiction)

Okay, so this is just an idea I've been toying with for a while now :) I don't actually want this to happen in the real Pretty Little Liars show but this is just a fan fiction and it'd be actually pretty cute ^_^ Ezria rules my life, no copyrights intended, tell me what you think :D xoxo. And P.S I found this song randomly, and liked it :D story not named after the song x.

Aria paced back and forth, running a hand through her hair nervously. She took a deep breath and sat on the edge of Ezra's couch, fidgeting slightly. She finally raised her eyes to look at Ezra who was pacing in the kitchen. When she saw he was still avoiding her eyes, she lowered her gaze to her hands again. They hadn't planned this. Of course they wouldn't of, not while Aria was still in high school and her parents didn't approve of them. They were in his apartment since he had decided to stay in Rosewood.

"We... we were careful right?" he narrowed his eyes confused, finally looking over at her.

"Yes." Aria sighed, she remembered. The memory of that night had replayed over and over in her mind. She remembered every detail, from the painful conversation before to the steady beating of their hearts afterwards. 

"Then how? Why are we having this conversation right now?"

"It could of broke or anything.."

"You don't know that." He sighed frustrated, Aria felt ready to burt into tears but she held herself together. 

"Ezra my period hasn't come this month. It's never been late since I've gotten it. You're the only person I've ever been together like that, ever. And we haven't done it again so it would have to be then. If I am... and I know it’s only been a month but I’m scared"

"What will we do if you are..”

"I don't… I don't know Ezra."

"We need to figure out what we're going to do."

"What are you asking?" Aria narrowed her eyes.

"I'm asking you to just… relax. We’ll get you a test."

He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his, Aria looked at their hands hiding the tears that threatened to spill. Ezra tried to comfort her; she looked so young and vulnerable now more than ever. Scared. A tear escaped her and he wiped it softly, Aria wondered what he was thinking but she couldn’t get past her own thoughts to ask. All different thoughts ran through her mind, of her family hating her, of a small child of her responsibility, of the things that would be said around her school. Thoughts of if she couldn’t do anything more with her life. All her goals and ambitions shattered before her eyes. And worst of all, the thoughts of what this would do to Ezra and his career. If her parents wanted to ruin him for real, they’d ruin him. They had so much to lose.

“I want to get a test today. I want to know ASAP. I can’t handle this torture.”

“Of course. I’ll go to the store now. Please don’t stress too much over this you’ll make yourself sick. Everything will be fine.”

“O-Okay..” she whispered as he grabbed his coat before walking fast out of his apartment, determined to put both their minds at ease. Aria starred at the closed door for what seemed like hours before she finally tore herself away from the painful images in her head, her mind taunting her with the possibility that she might be pregnant, imagining all possible outcomes. Aria wondered over to the familiar bookshelf, she knew every book he had up there but was checking for anything new, trying to distract herself. She picked up a dusty book, curious as to what the title-less book was about. She brushed the dust off carefully, making a face as it made her sneeze. She opened the book and her eyes widened in fascination, running her finger over the hand written curled words.

The handwriting was familiar and she started to read, pausing when she realized what it was; a story Ezra had hand written. It dated to around 5 years ago; Ezra would have been around 17 or 18. She smiled to herself getting lost in the magic of his writing, completely enchanted by the story that she forgot her worries, forgot her surroundings. All that held her attention was the soft strokes of ink on the page that was a story. She flushed a little, imagining his hands holding the pen how she knew he held it, focusing deeply as he poured his thoughts out onto the empty– now filled­ –pages. She knew how much he got so caught up when he was writing; she had seen it once. Aria had never thought she’d seen a cuter thing, the way he frowned in focus and would occasionally tap his pen while thinking of what comes next. As she read the pages, she wondered what age he started writing seeing as even a story he had written 5 years ago about a married man and his underage lover. “If he only knew the irony of this story back then” She thought to herself, smiling.