Ok, so I had so much fun writing my last Ezria story I thought I should write another one. This time I am going to keep a bit closer to the books. You guys seemed to like my other story and I hope you will enjoy this one to!

I do not own any of the Pretty Little Liars characters that I use in this story.

Closer to You.

A nightmare coming true.

I could feel my heart pound hard against my chest, like a drum in a marching band. I felt the electricity flow through my veins as I felt his soft kiss explore my lips. His hands made their way down my back and they explored my bottom. I arched my back as he slowly began to tickle it. He made a grab for my waist and pulled my body closer to his. A small moan escaped from his lips as I ran my hands through his hair. I had only just met this amazingly, adorable guy. His name... Ezra Fitz.

I sighed to myself as I finished adding my eye liner in the mirror. It was another bright summer's day, and the sun lit the room up and danced off the windows. This weather was glorious; everything about this day seemed to be perfect. I had found an amazing outfit without any problems, my make was perfectly applied and my hair was curled so perfectly, it didn't need any hair spray to keep it in placed.

For some reason the guy I met last night at the bar wouldn't leave my mind. I was thinking about him all the time. It was like his presence haunted me, I could still feel his soft lips pressed against mine. His beautiful blue eyes filled my brain and sparkled like the deep, blue ocean.

Hey, I had a great night last night. Would you like to meet up for coffee some time? –Aria x

I sent the text to the number Ezra had given me last night. I smiled softly to myself wondering if he was going to reply or not. I really hoped he would, I need to see him again. He was honest to me and told me all about his love for English. His smile filled the room and I couldn't see anyone else when I was around him.

All of a sudden my phone lit up and bleeped indicating that I had a text.

Aria, I'm good thank you. It was amazing meeting you last night. Of course I would like to meet you for coffee. Rosewood cafe, 7oclock tonight? –Ezra x

He replied. He actually wanted to meet me; did that mean he was thinking about me too?

I made my way down the long, extended corridor and I listened to the clomp of my boots on the stairs. I walked into my kitchen and picked up an apple biting into it. I poured myself a cup of freshly made coffee and sat at the oak dining table.

I looked down at the newspaper that was carefully place on top of two coffee mugs. The headline read: A year after, still missing. A small tear spilled from my eye. Alison had been missing just one year; but it already felt like a life time.

We were all in the barn; Spencer and Alison were having one of their well known fights. Alison had told Spencer that she had kissed Ian first and that he only loved her. We could see the anger bubbling up in Spencer's eyes. Ian had dated Spencer for almost 9 months before and now Alison was coming out with these liars that Ian had only loved her.

Spencer slapped Alison hard across the face, leaving a bright red, hand print mark. Alison screamed in Spencer's face before rushing out of the barn and slamming the door hard behind her.

5 minutes later and Alison hadn't returned. The barn had been silent, none of us dared to speak. Spencer was sat on the floor with her head buried into her hands, crying. She chanted over and over the same thing.

"Ian told me he loved me. Ian told me he only loved me!" She was practically screaming this now.

I was the first to move. I slowly stood to my feet and opened the barn door. I could barely see past the rain, which was hammering down hard onto the ground, it was bouncing centimetres back up.

"Alison?" I screamed into the rain.

But there was no reply. Nothing that even gave away Alison's ware about. All there was that might of been from her was a small piece of paper that was smeared in blood. With my hand shaking like a jellyfish I opened the note. I gasped loudly as I scanned my eyes over the words.

I hate feeling like this. If you guys are going to treat me like this, I'm leaving. Goodbye! –Alison.

I hear a loud scream in the distance as I returned to the barn. Hanna, Spencer & Emily were asleep in their sleeping bags. I joined them quietly. I didn't really think of the note because I thought Alison was joking, she liked to joke with us.

The next morning, the events from last night had become clear. Alison was truly gone.

I sighed. I hated feeling like the whole thing was my fault. If only I had giving the letter to Alison's mom, the whole thing wouldn't have happened and Alison may still be here. I wasn't even sure if she was alive. That scream could have been her death!

I made my way to school in my ice blue mini.My mom and dad had bought it me when we were living in Iceland. They said that the colour reminded them of the cold weather and thought I would love it, and I do!

I walked over to my friends who were waiting for me by my locker. I gave them all a very tight hug. I couldn't believe how close we all still were. Even after what we had all been through, we had stayed friends even when I had moved to Iceland.

"Ok, we have English first and I hear the teacher is really hot!" Hanna squeaked. I heard the excitement in her voice and we haven't even met him yet.

"Well, that would make a change from Mr Davis!" The girls all erupted in laughter.

Mr Davis was our old English teacher. He had very gray hair and a very round belly. He couldn't control us and we spent the entire lesson's we had with him, laughing and telling each other jokes. He found the funny side in the end.

We made our way to our English classroom, A63. We took our seats at the back of the room. Our teacher entered the room with his back to us; no one could see his face. He quietly wrote on the board, the pen squeaked softly as he began to write his name.

Mr Fitz.
AP English.

He turned around and grabbed his coffee mug that was carefully placed on his desk. As soon as I saw his face I gasped.

"Holy crap!" I heard him say quietly.

Stood at the front of the classroom was Ezra. My Ezra, the one from the bar last night. We had made out and I had just arranged to meet him again tonight for coffee.

He coughed before talking. "I'm Mr Fitz, your new English teacher."

His voice rang around my head and echoed through my whole body, it made me shiver. I shook my head slowly. My phone vibrated loudly.

Don't worry Aria, maybe he fools around with his students all the time, a lot of teachers do. Just ask your dad. –A xox

"Sorry." I said to Ez.. Mr Fitz quietly.

Who the heck was A?

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