Author Note: This is my first fanfiction, and I really hope you like it! It's just a random idea, but I quite like how it's turned out so far. Please review!
Also, I'd like to apologize to hollywood51496, for taking down my story after you subscribed, and to anyone else who read it the first time; I found a mistake in it!

Aria's POV

I walked down the hall to apartment 3B, whistling softly to myself. The cheerful tune reflected my mood; Ezra and I were going to have a day in together watching movies and enjoying each other's company. I bent down and retrieved the key from under his mat, and after a brief glance down the hall to make sure no-one was around, let myself in. As the door opened, I breathed in the familiar smell of my second home; old books mixed with the cologne I had bought him, and the faint smell of whatever he had made for his dinner last night. I scanned the room and found Ezra sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand. He turned when he heard me, and that adorable, boyish grin of his spread over his face. My breath caught in my throat and my heart began to race. I couldn't help it; it was my automatic reaction whenever I saw him. He was just so beautiful. I felt a smile spread across my face in response. He was only wearing his blue pyjama bottoms, without a top. The sight made my face flush slightly.
Ezra checked the page number on his book and set it down beside him. Then he stood up and walked over to me. Wordlessly, he cupped my face tenderly in his hand and leaned towards me. Our lips found each other as I simultaneously set down the coffees I was holding and kicked the door closed behind me. He pressed his mouth down hungrily on mine and our breathing sped. As I pressed myself as close to him as was physically possible, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the sofa, where he sat down with me on top of him. All the while, we never once broke eye contact. Eventually, we broke apart for air. He grinned at me.
"So, what do you want to do today, my love?" He asked, mock seriously. "We could stay in the apartment, stay in the apartment or, how about we stay in the apartment?"
I laughed, "Oh, hard choice! I think I'll have to go for 'stay in the apartment'."
"Sounds perfect," he told me. Then he slowly leaned in for another kiss.

Two hours later, we were halfway through the second movie, but neither of us really knew what it was about; we were so occupied with each other. The thing about having to keep our relationship a secret is that whenever we get alone time, we spend the majority of it with our lips locked together. Today was typical of most of our Saturdays; rolling around on the sofa kissing while making occasional small talk. The coffees lay untouched and stone-cold on the counter, but we didn't mind. As long as we were together, that was the key issue. My parents were at home oblivious, thinking I was at the library studying with the girls. Although it was a huge relief to be done with "A" and the constant threat of exposure, it was still wearing to always have to lie about mine and Ezra's relationship. However, it was worth it. I genuinely couldn't imagine life without him.
Ezra pulled away. "Bathroom break," he told me, and I unwillingly let him go.
I watched him walk to the bedroom which led to the bathroom, my eyes fixed on his bare back and tousled hair. He was so beautiful, and after a year and a half, I still couldn't believe that he was mine. I couldn't help myself from grinning at that knowledge as I got up neatened up the sofa and tided the place up a little. The window was open, and the fresh air filtered through the apartment, filling it with the sweet smell of freshly mowed lawn. I reached for my cell phone and scrolled through my music, eventually finding the song I was looking for. "Happiness" by The Fray played softly, the sound echoing around the small space, and I smiled to myself. This was our song; the song that Ezra had chosen off the jukebox, which was playing when we first met. It had started us talking, brought us together really. It had gone from being a song I liked to my all time favourite, and the sound of it made me want to burst with happiness. I sang along, engrossed in my chores, unaware that Ezra had emerged from the bathroom. I turned and saw him standing in the bedroom door, watching me with a look of awe on his face.
"God Aria, your voice is so beautiful," he praised me.
I blushed. "Thank you," I told him sincerely.
We stood facing each other, each just marvelling at the other, until I walked towards him and leaned in for a hug. He held me tightly and I breathed in his scent. He took one of my hands in his, and wrapped his other arm around my waist. I rested my head against his bare chest, and we swayed slowly to the music. He twirled me round, and my bracelets clanked against each other on my arm. We resumed our first position, and moved slowly round the apartment, still swaying in time with the song.
Ezra leaned down and his breath tickled my ear. "I love you Aria," he whispered.
Words couldn't describe how strong my feelings for him were, so I simply looked and told him, "I love you."
"Happiness" came to an end, and there was a brief pause before the next song came on. The music player was on shuffle, so I didn't know what song would come on next. As the chords of "More of You" filled the room, I grinned. Ezra looked back at me with the same expression, and I could tell that the mood had changed. This was the song that had been playing in the bathroom, the first time we kissed, in the bar. As if he could read my mind, Ezra swept me of my feet and set me on the kitchen counter. He looked into my eyes as he put his hands around my face and pulled me to him for a kiss. I put my hands behind his head and pulled him close to me, kissing him passionately. He moaned and kissed my jaw, then gradually moved down to my neck and my shoulder. I shivered with the thrill, then tilted his face back up to mine as we leant in once more.