PLL: A couple fanfic.

She's back? {ezria}

Aria's POV

I wake up next to Ezra, on his couch, his head lays peacefully on my arm, well until I wake him up.

"Ezra! Ezra!"

I say shaking him brightly Smiling.

He yawns.

"Aria? Oh hi babe."

He says in a cute morning raspy voice.

"I look at him in his eyes."

"What?"

He asks laughing.

I Roughly grab his hair and start passionately kissing him, we dot stop until we both eventually need to part for air.

"What was that for?"

Ezra says smiling as his gasps for air.

I grab his shirt again and start roughly kissing him, I lay on top of him yanking off my shirt, until I get tired and rest on his chest.

"Now, answer my question, what was that for?"

Ezra says chuckling.

"I don't know."

I say chucking.

'Beep beep.'

My phone gets a text.

'Aria it's me, Alison, I know... I know that I shot you, I'm under orders, I'm my supposed to be talking to you.'

'Why?'

I text back.

'He is going to kill me.'

Alison replies.

'He? Who is he?'

I text back with a suspicious look on my face.

"Everything alright babe?" Ezra asks.

"Y-yeah."

I reply hesitantly.

"Good."

He says smiling as he passionately kisses me.

"How about we take it to my room?"

Ezra asks me playing with my hAir.

"I have to tex- sure."

I say smiling.

I couldn't help myself.

He grabs my hand and walks me to his room.

He starts passionate kissing me, and soon he pulls off my pants since my shirt was off.

Soon after I was completely naked, on Ezra.

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1 hour later.

I check my phone.

My iMessage says I have over 30 messages.

"What the hell."

I whisper to myself, and Ezra sleeps.

I open my iMessage.

It's all from Alison.

It starts with:

'Yes, him is.. Toby.'

'Tell the girls. Now'

'Aria!'

'Aria please!'

'He's coming'

*picture message.*

"Oh my god!" I yell.

Good thing Ezra is a deep sleeper.

It's a picture of an A mask holding a knife at Alison's neck.

With a caption of.

'This little bitch was texting, just was I suspected, don't worry I will take great care of her, for good. If you wanna save her you have 2 hours.'

That was sent 1 hour ago.

Suddenly a new text pops up.

'1 hour.'

My eyes widen.

"Oh my god, Alison"

I whisper to myself.