Hey guys! This story came to fruition as a result of anguish at the thought of waiting till January for more Ezria ;(. Left with no choice, I had to resort to daydreaming and yeah, lo and behold, this story was born. This is my very first and I'd appreciate reviews letting me know what y'all think of it. Because if it sucks, I might have to hurt myself, it could get ugly…and yeah, I'll just discontinue the story to save my self from further shame :P. Not gonna lie though, I'm pretty pleased with it so far and I hope y'all enjoy reading it (by y'all I mean all two of you hah). At the end of each chapter, I'll include a song lyric that foreshadows what the next chapter will be about. I realize that others have used song lyrics in their stories so if anyone has an issue with this, speak now or forever hold your peace. Lol jk message me and I'll stop.

If our love was a storybook, we would meet on the very first page…

Aria leaned her head against the window pane, watching as heavy raindrops obscured her view of beautiful Reykjavik, the city she had called home for the past year. As the train sprang to life, she tried to take in as much of the city that she could, as if mentally capturing the whole cityscape. Sure Iceland wasn't the most ideal place to live, but how she would miss this town; from the Blue Lagoon to the beautiful campus that she had spent hours upon hours at, writing her pains away. This was the place she had been forced to grow up, and so although she would miss it, she was ready to leave. Ready to leave all the horrifying memories, to leave the people associated with them, to leave him.

She felt like a different person from the 16 year old who had grudgingly climbed off the plane a year ago, furious at her parents for taking her away from home, from Rosewood. Rosewood. The thought of returning to Rosewood made the butterflies in her stomach come alive. As much as she wanted to go home, she was afraid of what she would find. Would the new Aria fit in at Rosewood High? Would her friends welcome her back? Would they even recognize her? She hadn't had any communication with Spencer, Emily or Hanna in awhile, shutting herself away from the world.

Occupied with these heavy thoughts, Aria barely noticed the handsome young man who stood in front of her, speaking in broken Icelandic. It wasn't until he spoke English that she realized he was there.

"Is this seat occupied?" He asked in a loud voice, using gestures to point to the seat across from Aria.

Aria turned to face him, blinking in surprise as she did. Damn. He was drop-dead gorgeous. From the curly brown locks on his head to the sexy teacher look he had going on, this man was a sight to behold. She could not look away from his piercing blue eyes. He too stared back at her, his gaze so intense, as if he could see right through her. Aria looked away.

The stranger tried again, this time in an even louder, slower voice, gesturing like crazy.

"Is. Seat. Free?"

Aria laughed in her head. What was with people assuming that if you spoke to someone in a language they didn't know in a louder voice, somehow it would help?

She decided to string him along, and gave him a blank stare. Frustrated, the man, who upon close inspection appeared to be in his early 20s, began walking to another compartment. Aria reached out to grab his arm lightly before saying "It's free" with a lighthearted laugh.

Ezra glanced at the pretty girl's hand on arm, her touch was electrifying. She quickly took it away and patted the seat across her.

He sat down without saying a word, mesmerized by her very presence. She had beautiful long, brown hair that shaped her porcelain doll face very well. He had always had a thing for brunettes, but the girls he had dated were nothing quite like this girl-this woman. "Girl" just didn't sound right, she had a womanly aura about her, a wisdom beyond her years. There was something about her, maybe it was the way she looked at him that first time, her eyes raw and beautiful, spilling dark secrets before they had suddenly turned opaque. She had closed herself off. It was at that point Ezra realized that he wanted to know this beautiful stranger.

She finally spoke after what seemed like hours of silence.

"You know, you're lucky I understood you," she said with a smile. "If was an Icelandic girl and you were screaming at me in a foreign language, I probably would have slapped you just now."

Ezra laughed. She had a sense of humour too.

"And you would have been right in doing so. I'm sorry, I was just getting really antsy trying to get your attention over here. Living in Iceland for a week with only Google Translator on your iPad to help communicate can get extremely frustrating. I'm Ezra Fitz, by the way."

She smiled. God, she was alluring. "Pleasure to meet you, Ezra. I'm Aria Montgomery."

"The pleasure is all mine. Aria's a lovely name." He smiled back. "So, I assume you're leaving Iceland as well?" No shit Sherlock, thought Ezra to himself. Why else would she be on the train to the airport?

"Yeah, I lived here for a year with my family. They've already gone back to the States, I was just finishing off a writing course I took at the local university and now I'm on my back." Aria got comfortable, taking off her boots to reveal funky, feather socks. She crossed her legs and asked, "How about you?"

"I'm headed to the states as well. I was just here for a teaching workshop organized by my college. I just graduated with a specialist degree in English. Starting my first teaching job." He grinned at her, not bothering to hide how proud and excited he was.

Aria smiled broadly, "I'm, I'm impressed. Congratulations."

This could not get any better. This amazingly cute guy was intelligent. And he was an English major. How incredibly sexy.

"Yeah!" He answered, "Something tells me you are too? You said you write, right? Don't tell me you're an English major too?"

"Well," Aria paused. "I'm leaning toward English." She wasn't about to tell him that she had a year before she could claim to be majoring in anything. And anyway, it didn't matter, she'd probably never see him again. America was a big country.

"That's crazy." Ezra said, tilting his head back in wonder. "Who knows, maybe we'll somehow sit next to each other on the plane ride back. I feel like we were destined to meet or something. I'd like to know more about you."

"Well, Mr. Fitz," Aria said, dropping her legs on the floor and leaning closer to Ezra, almost touching him. She was never this daring. "We've got this whole train ride to get to know each other."

The sexual tension between them was heavy on Ezra. What if I never see her again after this, he thought. If this is all the time we have, I want to make the most of it.

Before she knew what was going on, Ezra leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. He looked into her eyes, asking for permission to go back in. Aria smiled and closed her eyes, feeling sparks fly as Ezra went in for a deep kiss. He was a really, really good kisser. (We all know how experienced Ian is with the tongue :P) They broke away after a couple minutes, breathless and slightly lightheaded.

"So," Ezra said, moving back to his seat, "tell me why you had that broken look in your eyes that first time you looked at me. What's the asshole's name?"

Next time on If It Feels Right:

And now you're trying to fix me, mend what he did, find the piece that i'm missing…