Things had gotten pretty awkward after that, as you could've guessed. Suddenly, Ezra wasn't up for talking anymore, he just tried to sink into the sofa, completely forgetting that Aria was in his arms.
He woke up at six, the ringing of the alarm reminding him that he had work. After taking a quick shower and changing into a shirt and his work trousers, Ezra grabbed some paper and a pen, jotting down a quick note for Aria when she woke up.
Aria,
Gone to work, will be back before you know it.
Lock the door at all times.
Love, Ezra.
Ps- Get a test.

It felt weird writing that last sentence out, unreal. How could Ezra be so irresponsible, as to not use some kind of protection?
Aria was only 18, for crying out loud! He had ruined her life.
Of course, they weren't a hundred percent sure of all this, but it did add up.
The constant throwing up, definitely the stubbornness.
Ezra hated himself for it. What would they tell Aria's parents? Her friends? Everyone in Rosewood? They thought that Aria and Ezra had just gotten together recently. This wouldn't go down nicely with the police or the school.
Snapping from his thoughts, Ezra placed the note down on the pillow on his side of the bed, taking a seat beside his sleeping girlfriend, as she snoozed peacefully in her sleep. He leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, grasping up his work things and exciting the apartment as quickly as he possibly could.

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Unlike Ezra, Aria slept in until at least ten, it was the longest that she'd slept in a while. She turned around, expecting to feel Ezra's hot breath on her as he whispered his sweet good mornings, but they she remembered that Ezra was at work, and she had nothing to cling onto.
To say that things were awkward the previous day was an understatement. It was clear that neither Aria or Ezra were ready for this kind of responsibility.
Aria was practically a child herself, not ready to be a parent.
The crinkling sound of the paper caused Aria to open up her eyes, picking up the note to read through it.
It was all okay, until the last line. That ruined it all, and made Aria cringe.
No, she wouldn't.
Because then she'd have to realise that this could actually be happening.
The young girl supposed it was her own fault, for asking Ezra not to wear protection. Hey, it's not a girls fault if she wanted one hundred percent pleasure.
With a simple grown, Aria scrunched up the paper into a ball, and lobbed it in any direction she could, turning over again in the bed, before the familiar feeling in her stomach returned again and she was sprinting towards the bathroom at full pelt.

After about ten minutes, Aria erupted from the bathroom, only to hear knocks at the door. She remembered the note that Ezra had given her, demanding that in this situation, she would not open the door.
But what if it was the mailman? Or maybe Ella? She stood up on her tiptoes, leaning against the door to try and peek through it and see who was there.
She only saw the back of a mans head that she couldn't recognise, a clear indication that she wasn't going to open the door.
Aria took several steps away, the constant knocking sending Aria insane. You think someone would get the hint, wouldn't you? That she didn't want to answer the door, obviously the knocker had another idea.
Aria wanted to scream 'Go away!" At the top of her lungs, but that would tell him that someone was in fact in the apartment, and that she was in fact ignoring him.
But, then maybe it was urgent. One of Ezra's friends.
"Are you going to open the door then?" A familiar voice rang, matching one of Ezra's friends exactly. Harry? No... Hardy. It was Hardy. She unlocked and pulled open the door, Hardy's eyebrows shooting up. "It's Aria, isn't it?"
"Yes, Aria." She confirmed with an awkward nod. She glanced down at the long shirt she was wearing, self consciously crossing one leg over the other.
"I was looking for Ezra..." He glanced around in the apartment. "Wait, you guys are still together?" She rolled her eyes at his words, scoffing nonchalantly. "He hasn't screwed it up yet, that's a first."
"You have so much faith in your friend, Hardy."
"You haven't known him as long as I have. I'm surprised he isn't in an orange jumpsuit yet. How'd you do it?"
"Do what? Stay together? There's this thing called love."
"Yeah, sure..." Hardy said, acting interested in their conversation. "So, Ezra?"
"He's back at work, he left a few hours ago. Want me to pass on a message for when he gets back?"
Hardy turned, heading out the door at a slow pace, spinning around to say a few final words to Aria.
"Just tell him that she left."
"Who?" Instead of answering, he began walking back into the apartment, dropping down onto the couch. "Um..."
"I guess I'll wait here for Ezra." With a small sigh, he glanced up at the school girl. That's all he saw her as, a school girl who wanted to get Ezra into trouble. He told Ezra it'd last a month, and now here they were almost two years later. "I need his advice, about something."
"Actually, I'm going out to get some stuff...-" Aria was cut off by Hardy, who obviously wasn't leaving in a rush.
"I'll wait here. Ezra should be back soon."

To be honest, as upset and awkward Ezra felt, he couldn't wait to get home. Sitting in a classroom full of sweaty teenagers definitely wasn't his favourite thing to do. Obviously, Ezra loved his job, but sometimes he couldn't stand it. Especially the students who liked to think they were better than anyone else, little shits as Ezra called them.
He practically ran up the stairs, putting his key in the lock to find it was open.
"Aria, I thought I told you to lock the door.." Ezra said, as if he was telling a child off, dropping his bag down before he could walk through the door fully. "Did you get a-" It's then that he saw Hardy sat on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table as he munched his way through Ezra and Aria's popcorn. They always had it, for movies.
"Ezra!" Hardy yelled happily, throwing his arms into the air like a five year old. "Your girlfriends boring."
"Shut up, Hardy." Aria grumbled from in the bathroom, stepping out to glare at Hardy. She glanced at Ezra, offering him a weak smile, in which Ezra mouthed a quick 'I love you,' causing her smile to grow. "Hardy's been her for six... Freaking... Hours. Please tell him to leave."
"I'm here to talk to Ezra, thanks for the concern though." Hardy shot her the ninth wink of the day, Aria groaning as she poofed back into the bathroom to continue sorting out her messy hair.
"What're you doing here?" Ezra asked, pulling off his tie and undoing the top button to his shirt.
"Annie and I broke up,"
"Again?"
"It's only happened twice!"
"Nine times, Hardy."
This silenced Hardy, as he counted it up in his head. "Oh, yeah..." For a moment, they stayed quiet. "We thought that she was.. You know. Pregnant. And we had a huge row and she left."
Ezra glanced over at the bathroom door, where Aria stood, her arms folded nervously over her chest.
"Continue..."
"She didn't think we could handle it, or something. Left in a rage, again. It's like she doesn't understand. I think I'm ready, you know? Like I want to be a Dad. She thinks I'm a child but I'm not. But I don't want to lose her because of this. Maybe she won't want the baby, and that'd cause shit for us, Ezra. It's like you and Aria having a baby, that's what she thinks it's like for us. It'd be awkward and illegal for one, but anyway, I want to be with Annie."
"Just do what you always do, Hardy. Write her something mushy and tell her you love her." Hardy rolled his eyes, groaning as he realised he wasn't getting much more from Ezra.
"I waited six hours for that? You've lost your touch, man." He took the bag of popcorn, and swiftly disappeared from the apartment door. "Thanks for the popcorn."
"He was really here six hours? You should've called.." Aria rolled her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, her arms folded over her stomach to hide it. She was wearing only her bra, mid way through getting changed.
"I didn't want to bother you at work. I hid in the bathroom for most of it." Ezra was rumbling through his bag, before he pulled out a light blue cardboard box. She immediately knew what it was, but tried to act as though she hadn't see it.
"Come here." Ezra said, motioning for her to come closer. She did as she was told, stopping to lean over the sofa to look at him. "It needs to be done, Aria. We need to know, as soon as possible. I couldn't stop myself from worrying today, worrying that I'd ruined your life." Aria didn't say a word, her eyes stayed glued to the floor as she took the box from his hands, and escaped towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
They probably weren't the best words to choose.

Aria stepped out not five minutes later, the white stick in her hands as she placed it on the coffee table in front of him, and took a seat next to her boyfriend.
"You couldn't ever ruin my life." She whispered in a gentle tone, glancing up at Ezra. "I promise." He leant over to intertwine their hands, giving her hand a light squeeze. It was something small, but it was a promise that everything between them was okay.