A Love To Hold On To: An Ezria Fan Fiction

After all these years (Plus 100th chapter excitement)

Hey! 

3 months

since my last chapter

I'm so sorry xD

This is my 100th chapter! 100th! I've been writing this story since June 2014 and I wanna say that I really thought that nobody would even care to read this and I was only planning on doing a couple of chapters of this until I gave up. I wouldn't be here without my readers but I'm not really sure if anybody really remembers this book as it's been a billion years since I've updated which I apologize for. I'm currently sick and I'm pretty much dying but I got on to wattpad and thought "Fuck, I've GOT to update this story!" so here it goes! (It may be short so I'm sorry btw)

Emily's POV:

I haven't spoken to Paige since the "incident" a long time ago. Aria called me yesterday and told me she had spoken to her. My jaw dropped to the floor, I couldn't believe it! Apparently Aria confronted her once again because she wanted to see me. I don't want to see her. I really don't. Besides, I have a new girlfriend and her name is...um...Alison. Yeah...I'm dating Ali. Phillip broke up with her after we hooked up a few years ago and we've been together for nearly a year and a half now. We live in an apartment that we moved in to a couple of months ago. We have a really happy life and I really don't want somebody like Paige to ruin that. 

There's a knock at my door...shit! Could that be her? What do I do? My crappy door doesn't have a peep hole. Wait...how could she know where I live? I'm so dumb.

"Who is it??" I shout out to the person on the other side of the door.

No answer.

WTF

All I can hear is a tapping sound which is causing me to freak out. Alison's out of town doing a project for a fashion brand. I look over to my kitchen to find a big frying pan that I used 10 minutes ago to make pancakes. Grease is dripping from it but, to be honest, I don't care. My main focus is on the person outside. The tapping is getting louder and now I don't think I should open the door. 

3,2,1...

"Hey."