A/N; Hello! My first Ezria story! :) I miss Aria and Ezra together on the show so much, which inspired me to write this story. I've also been reading a lot of Ezria stories recently, and thought it might be fun to do my own! Probably no-one will read this, but if you do I hope you enjoy it! I'm a total fanfic virgin, (lol) so forgive me if i've made any mistakes. Also, I know this is really short, but I thought it was better to be left short than too long. This IS an Ezria story, but i'll need to have a bit of Ezra/Maggie interaction at the beginning due to my story line. (Sigh) Anyway! I have so much planned for this story, so I hope maybe someone will enjoy it so that I'll keep posting? I promise it's gonna be really good! Anyway, enough from me; Enjoy :)

As Ezra Fitz walked up the drive way of the Montgomery household, he knew that there was two things that could happen in the next 5 minutes. Whether he would be made or broken was in the hands of Aria Montgomery, his ex-girlfriend, but most importantly the woman whom he loved more than anything in the world. Ezra was not here to try and win Aria back, he knew there was barely any chance of that happening after what he'd put her through. In fact, he wasn't even intirely sure why he was there. Except he was. His mind cast back to the events which had unfolded in the last 3 days..

-3 days earlier-

As soon as Ezra entered his apartment after he got home from Rosewood High, he marched straight over to his answering machine to check for messages. Nothing. He groaned in frustration and checked his watch; it was quarter to 5. He sighed. Maggie was meant to have met him at the Grille with Malcolm almost an hour ago. Ezra had waited there for 45 minutes before deciding to come home and see if Maggie had instead gone to meet him there. No such luck; Maggie and Malcolm were no where to be seen. Ezra walked to the sofa and half sat, half collapsed onto it. What was going on with Maggie? She'd been acting strange for weeks, constantly cancelling his days with Malcolm, and whenever Ezra spoke to her she seemed distant and nervy. He was getting pretty sick of it, Malcolm was his son for gods sakes! He, surely, had every right to see him? However he couldn't help feeling that Maggies odd behavior was infact related to Malcolm in some way. Was Ezra a bad father? His head began to hurt, the stress of the Maggie situation was taking its toll on him; he was exhausted. Ezra wished more than anything that Aria were here right now. He missed her like crazy. Ever since their break-up, Ezra had felt like a part of him were missing. At first he had tried to convince himself that he must be ill; that would explain his strange feelings and behaviour. But eventually he had to admit that it was her. He was completely and utterly heartbroken. The feeling of home he had felt in the year he had had with Aria had disappeared entirely, and left a large, empty feeling of dispair in its place. However he cared about her too much to try and get her to stay with him. If she had wanted to do that, she would have come back before now. He wouldn't be sitting alone in his apartment, with his whole world crumbling down around him. Without really intending to, Ezra lay back on his couch and closed his eyes, and within minutes, he was asleep.

He was nearing the door now, his heart was beating like crazy and he felt like he might pass out.

'Maybe this is a bad idea' , He thought.

He climbed the first step.

'What if she doesn't want to see me?'

He was now face to face with the door.

'What if she's seeing someone else?'

He raised his hand to knock the door.

'Its been three months, and the last time you saw her she hit you'

He knocked.

'I shouldn't have come here.'

The door handle turned.

'Too late to back down now.'