Drunk In Love// Ezria *one shot*

Drunk in love

Shining brighter in my eyes as I walked closer to the DiLaurentis' property, lights hung from the roof in various colours, the owners clearly knew this would attract more passersby to an open bar. That their aim, to throw the biggest party in years and I knew they'd do it.

Before I approached the steps I needed to compose myself. Why was I actually here? I didn't want to be. I wanted to be at home sat on my own couch with a tub of my favourite ice cream surrounded by plain white walls- they'd be more exciting than my current surroundings- then I'd probably end up watching a movie I've seen countless times that I know every single word to. But of course when Alison DiLaurentis tells you to do something you do it without even hesitating for a second.

Some students trapped me out of my daze as they were shouting at me to tell me to, "just go in!" I snapped back into reality I heard my heels touch the small steps up to the house. Greeted by the one and only Alison which everyone followed with, "Aria! Finally you're here, we didn't think you'd be coming. Grab a beer!" I instantly knew these four walls weren't welcoming at all (even though I've been in this house for many years) but the beer sure was. Swallowing the drink at a fast velocity I let out a cough as the alcohol I consumed made my insides burn like they were on fire. Is this why everybody was so happy? Cold hearts turned warm? Someone must've seen that I finished the drink in one go; presumably Hanna because not two seconds later I was handed another bottle that had long open arms.

Soon after the drinking began at the doorway my friends and I decided to dance, it was a party after all. Standing next to thousands of strangers who were apparently all people I knew from school I moved side to side realising that the alcohol was about to kick in, I felt my head go dizzy which wasn't helped by the bright lights outside that reflected brighter on the window in her direction. The drink couldn't handle my small petite frame but it had control of me, if that was even possible. I was unsteady but my "classmates" were oblivious to see me falling six feet under themselves in their drunk minds. Even so, would they have helped me if they were sober? That was an easy question to answer. No. Absolutely not. To them I'm just a weird kid they go to for help with homework because my taller, smarter friend Spencer Hastings is more preoccupied with other things. These people probably thought I'd decided to loosen up for once by drinking her problems away- which to some extent was true, I'm pressured more everyday with challenging tasks, I needed a break, I was loosing control I can't escape this feeling even with alcohol, in fact they make me feel worse. Realisation strikes in, I'm just like the many insecure bodies in this room right now, we're trying to escape. I guess we do have something in common. We're all lifeless. Who knew that even when drunk I manage to convince myself that I mean absolutely nothing to anyone.

Suddenly, a hand larger than mine grabbed me while I looked for a piece of furniture to hold onto- all trashed with pizza boxes. I'm not surprised, I mean look at the people in here.
"Are you OK?" The hand spoke, wow I really am drunk if I think hands can now talk. An identical hand to the talking one came in contact with my chin which was lifted up into the eyes of a gorgeous teen. Ocean blue I think?
"I- um, I-"
"Here let me help you up, I'm sure there's a room upstairs that's not in use where you can compose yourself. Oh my gosh that sounded so cringy, I apologise for that." The young voice spoke which finally had a face, he sat in front of her in AP English. Ezra Fitz.
"No please don't apologise, would it be OK if you helped me?'
Ezra sighed quietly, almost contently, it was too hard to tell. "Yes of course," also giving a weak smile.

I sat on the bed of the DiLaurentis' guest bedroom with Ezra.
"Thank you for helping me up in the living room" I spoke before taking a sip of water that he gave me.
"You're welcome, um by the way my name's-"
"Ezra Fitz, I know who you are, it may not look like it but I do."
"You really know who I am?" He asked shockingly.
"Of course I do; come on you're one of the smartest kids in school. The presentation you gave on one of my favourite books was amazing, I was truly in awe." I rambled on before biting my lip in case I started to embarrass myself any more.
"You've read To Kill A Mockingbird? That's one of my favourites too! Sorry I'm just surprised that I'm talking to the one and only Aria Montgomery about literature."
"You're implying that I'm special if your so surprised, tell me why. I'm confused, I'm just a nobody."
"There are many reasons, and you're definitely not 'just a nobody' Aria." Ezra's kind words made me blush pink, no one has ever been so nice to me but I feel weird, it's not the beer I remember those experiences vividly. Butterflies. Oh God, I have feelings for my classmate Ezra. But what if that isn't actually such a bad thing.
"You're very smart Aria," gosh I love how he says my name. "You're very beautiful and you have wonderful eyes. You're also very brave and courageous." I smiled at his comments and he responded in the same way I did, Ezra's the only person to have this affect on me. Right on cue some other guy walks in laughing, looks at the two of us and starts screaming, "know it all Fitz is getting it on with little Montgomery!" Laughter can be heard in every direction, bouncing off the walls and straight into our ears.

I don't like this, I don't need this again, I knew I shouldn't have come here!

I ran down the stairs guiding myself without trying to fall as hard as the tears streaming down my face, my vision is out of balance. I reached the handle of the front door with all eyes piercing through my pale white skin (previously darker but I went white as a sheet followed by a hint of crimson in my cheeks), but the same larger hand from the previous antic in the living room grabbed my arm gently to stop me in my tracks. "Aria it's not what you think, please you have to believe me."
"How could you? How could you deceive me like that? Is that what you wanted from me? Sex?"
"What? No! Hell Aria I'm trying to make an effort here because I see more to you than all these other bastards do! If anything they're the ones deceiving you, I just- I just wanted the chance to get to know you. I'm sorry you think that way about me, and I apologise profusely if I scared you with my voice." He looked down at the ground but I could see the hurt in his eyes. God I really hurt him, impulse is catching up with me, my words quicker than my witty thinking
"Kiss me." He looked at me with a confused expression, "sorry."
In sync we both looked around the hall, no one was looking, perhaps halfway through everyone lost interest in their little argument.
Ezra's tall stature leaned over me and pecked me on the lips.
"I'm sounding cringy again but I'd give you a better kiss if all these other people weren't here." He blushed. She god the impression that he didn't kiss people straight away based on his shyness, something else they have in common.
"Well let's go somewhere quiet then," my witty mind fought back.
"OK" I could feel his warm breath on my neck causing my hairs to get excited, he really does have this affect on me.
"Oh and, I actually really would like to get to know you, Fitz, the literature side of you, you're intriguing."

That was enough to make us happy, the pair of us left the DiLaurentis' property hand in hand ready to go to his house, I felt sort of safety when he proposed the idea of his place. We heard my heels on the steps just like I did when I first entered causing me to giggle slightly at how much had changed in one night. That's when it hit me, I was head over heels in love with Ezra Fitz.

Drunk in love with Ezra Fitz.

Drunk in love.

This is a one shot about Aria and Ezra. I know, surprising that I've written in 5 months. I've been planning my other fanfiction about Aria in the dollhouse, the plan is to write the whole thing and then upload chapter by chapter. The reason for such a crappy update with that story is because of my exams, I had no motivation to write after a certain exam and vowed to only start writing if I did ok in that exam, luckily I did and I'm getting back into the swing of one of my passions. Hopefully you'd like to read that but there's no pressure to and I hope you enjoyed this one shot xx