AN: Hello my dears. I haven't written for awhile, but most important I haven't written a FanFic for Pretty Little Liars yet. So that's really exciting. If you want to read FanFics I have already written (all for Hollywood Heights) just look at my profile. Let me try to summarise this story for you.

The story's about Aria & Ezra. Ezra's an English professor at Hollis College, he's 25 years old and is engaged to Jackie Molina. Aria's a English student in Hollis College, she's 19 years old and is in a 3 year old relationship with Holden. Aria's in Ezra's class and it all starts in New York. Ezra got two tickets to a workshop for writing a novel and he invites Aria to come with him. They accidentally kiss and from there they slowly become romantically involved in a impossible love that's so unbelievably beautiful. Just start reading at let me know if you love the story.

Love,
M.

CHAPTER 1 – Are you coming with me to New York?

It is the first day after Christmas holiday and I've got to go back to school. I really don't want to go, but I have no choice. I'm finally going to see Holden again after two weeks. That should make me happy and give me butterflies. But, in someway I don't have either of those feelings. I've been dating Holden for three years now. He's my first serious love. Maybe it's because we're accustom to each other and because we see each other almost every day.

I'm located in front of my wardrobe and I've got no idea what to wear. Eventually, I pick a red with purple dress, a leather jacket and biker boots. I admire myself in the mirror, put on some make-up and decide that I look fine. I glimpse at my clock and see that I'm already late. No breakfast for me.

My first lecture of the morning is English literature from professor Ezra Fitz. I mature in English. This is my first year at Hollis College and I really like it here. I've always loved English and writing. Therefore English literature is my favorite class. Prof Fitz is a really good teacher, even though he's very young and it's probably not too long ago when he became a college grad. A lot of students say that he's very handsome and that could be the case. I've never paid attention to that. I've got Holden and I don't pay very much attention to appearance.

We've got to read my favorite book 'To Kill A Mockingbird' and we've got to write an essay about it. I've read that book three times now, but I just can't get enough. The bell rings to indicate that the lecture is finished. I get my stuff and when I want to leave the class, I hear my name. It's prof Fitz. I turn around and walk to his desk. "Yes, professor Fitz," I say studiously. I hope nothing's wrong. Up to now I've been the best student in class and I want to keep it this way.

"I was thinking," prof Fitz starts to say. "I've got two tickets to a workshop for writing a novel. It's in New York. I want to ask you to come with me. I notice that you find English literature quite interesting and I see you writing in your journal all the time. Would you like to come? As long as your parents are okay with it obviously." He looks at me studiously, while holding up two tickets.

I feel quite honored actually. He can ask anybody, but he asks me. It looks like fun to me, because writing is one of the most amusing things I can imagine. So he estimated that right. A big dream of mine will come true when, in a few years, a novel written by Aria Montgomery will be in the stores. "Sounds nice. You're right. I really like to write. I just like to ask you one question." I look at him nonplussed. "Why me?" I ask. I mean, I don't know a lot about prof Fitz, but I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend or wife he can take with him, or even a colleague. And if he really wanted to take a student with him, he has enough people to choose from. So why would he ask me?

This is one of my bad qualities. I'm unsecure, as a result of that I ask such questions. I first look to the ground and then look at prof Fitz again. I can see he's startled by my question. I'm sure he didn't see it coming, but I'm used to that already. It happens a lot.

He recovers quickly and, after carefully thinking about it, he answers my question. "Aria, you're one the best students of my class, if not of the whole study." I feel that I'm blushing and I look at the ground. That also happens a lot. I'm not good at accepting compliments. Prof Fitz seems to notice and quickly goes on. "Besides that I've noticed that you like writing in the half year I've got you as a student. I'd really like it you would come with me. Would you like to think about it and discuss it with your parents?"

I look up at him again and I see that he's holding up one ticket with a smile. "I do have to know it tomorrow. It's actually coming Saturday and I still need to make reservations."

I take the ticket, but look at him surprised. "What do you mean with making reservations? You already have the tickets, right?" Am I overlooking something here?

"I mean making reservations for the hotel. Seeing that the workshop starts Saturday early in the morning, we've got to drive to New York Friday morning and spend the night there." I look at him aghast. We spend the night together in a hotel? Besides that I would miss all lectures on Friday. He apparently sees the startled expression on my face, because before I can say something, he's speaking again. "We'd obviously stay in separate rooms in the hotel. And if you decide to come with, you'll get permission to miss the lectures on Friday and catch up on them."

I feel relief flow through my body. Catching up on lectures is no problem for me. A little bit of extra work is only a challenge for me. Besides that, it's a really nice opportunity. "Okay, I'll think about it and I'm sure my parents will be fine with it. I'll tell you tomorrow." I start to laugh nervously and I that I'm blushing. I turn around and walk out of class.

It's quiet in the hallways, because everybody is in her or his lecture or you can find them in the library. My second lecture today will start at noon. That means I've got enough time to read and think a little. Ella and Byron, my parents, are both professors at Hollis College. I almost never call my parents mom or dad, just Ella and Byron. That's the way they raised my brother Mike and me. I know Byron is teaching right now and Ella is in her office from eleven. It's now half past ten. I decide to read for a half our and then drop by Ella to discuss the workshop in New York.

In the library, I try to concentrate on reading 'To Kill A Mockingbird', but I can't and after trying ten times, I give up. I get my journal out of my bag and I start to write down all of my thoughts. I write down how happy I am with this opportunity. I try to think of reasons why I shouldn't go, but nothing comes to mind. It's just a really nice opportunity. My thoughts are broken when I hear my phone vibrate.

I get my phone out of my bag and I see that I've received a Whatsapp-message from Holden. "Hi beauty! My lecture is till 11. Can we drink a cup of coffee until your next lecture? So we can catch up. I've missed you. X" I sigh.

I want to see him, but I've got to talk to Ella about New York. I haven't seen Holden for two weeks, because he was at his grandparents with his parents. In these two weeks I've thought about him and we communicated through Whatsapp-messages, but I didn't really miss him. I feel guilty about that. I send him a message back. "Hi. I've got to talk to Ella about something, so I can't get coffee. Can we meet up after the lectures? I'm done at 4. X" I see it's already eleven. I get my stuff and walk to Ella's office.

I knock at the door of Ella's office and after a "come in" I carefully open the door. Ella's sitting behind her desk and it looks like she's reading essays. "Hi honey. I didn't expect you here. What's wrong?" Ella asks friendly. I take place in the chair opposite of her. She gets up and sits at the edge of her desk.

I take the ticket that I've received from prof Fitz out of my bag and give it to Ella. "I got this from professor Fitz. He got two tickets to a workshop for writing a novel in New York next Saturday and he asked me if I want to accompany him. He notices I like writing and I'm one his best students, so he asked me. I'd really to go, you get that, but I'm wondering what you and Byron think of this." Not until I'm finished talking, I notice I was rambling.

Ella has a smile on her face and first doesn't say anything. Then she looks at the ticket and nods approvingly. "That looks really good honey. As far as I'm concerned you can go. Even though you don't have to ask us for approval, because you're not a minor anymore. You're nineteen. How are you going to get there? It starts at nine in the morning and it's in New York."

She's right. Actually I don't need approval, because I'm nineteen. Still, I discuss these kinds of things with my parents, because I think that's important. "I get that, but you know how I am. Well, we'll drive to there Friday morning and spend the night there in a hotel. If I decide to go, I'll get permission to miss my lectures on Friday and catch up with them later." I see Ella's got a shocked expression on her face the moment I tell her we're spending the night in a hotel. "Mom, we're staying in separate rooms in the hotel and that's not what this trip is about. It's about the workshop and it really seems like fun to me." I see she's relieved.

"That's fine honey. I think you should take the opportunity. What does Holden think about all this?" That's when I realize that I haven't thought about Holden all this time or about what he would think about this. I feel guilt flow through me. "You haven't told him about it, did you?" Ella knows me so well, that she always know exactly what I think about. In some moments that's nice, but in moments like these I hate it.

"I haven't thought about telling him yet. First I wanted to talk to you about it. I'm meeting up with him after lectures, so I'll tell him than. Besides that, I don't need permission from him, it's my own choice." I get the feeling I'm only making up excuses. When I see Ella's face, I know that's what I'm doing. "And you're my parents, that's different."

Ella folds her arms and looks at me. "Come on Aria, you know better than that. Is everything okay between the two of you?" I know she's right. Lately I've got these things more regularly. In the beginning of our relationship he was the person whom I'd go first to telling news. Lately that's not the case anymore. I didn't talk about this with Ella yet. Maybe she's got some sort of advice. Maybe this is what happens in a relationship.

Only when I hear Ella cough, I realize that I'm staring to the ground, deep in thought. "I don't know," I say after a silence. "Lately I just think about him less than before and I tell him less things. I don't do it on purpose. But that happens in a relationship, right? Amorousness turns into love. You don't have butterflies anymore and you'll try less to try your best."

I see Ella needs to think about this. It's like she doesn't dare to tell me the truth in the fear that it'll hurt me. That's why she's trying to formulate her words carefully. I know that look. "Honey. Have you ever thought about ending your relationship? I think… In my opinion… Do you still love him?" She's asking the question I've purposely been avoiding asking myself the last month. Why? Because, I'm fearful for the answer.