The Perfect Match 15+ (Completed)

Summary: Niall Horan is the epitome of bad news. After his mother passes away, he finds himself in the battle with drugs and alcohol. With jeopardy of not graduating his senior year, his teacher Ms. Aleman pairs him with tutor Aubrey Osborn, daughter of a man who may know Niall a bit too well. Ms. Aleman thinks Aubrey and Niall are the perfect match, but their histories beg to differ. On top of it, Aubrey is applying to the most competitive schools in the nation, while Niall could care less about a higher education. Two teenagers. Two hearts. Two stories. Will it be the perfect match?

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11. Chapter 11 (:

 

Niall’s P.O.V

“Niall, you have a visitor,” Greg says after he barges into my room. I need a fucking lock, but after the night of my arrest, my brother removed it and said some shit about having no privacy for as long as I lived here. Not that I already planned to have sex with Aubrey because I hardly think about it, but where the hell would we go when we do? I laugh to myself when I imagine us doing it at her place when her father strolls in. Now that is the definition of hell. I go to the living room and see those familiar green globes, and odd enough, my lips curve into a wide smile as if on cue. Aubrey has an effect on me, I guess, unlike the other girls I’ve “committed” to.

“Hey, baby,” I say and press my lips to her forehead. I would kiss her elsewhere, but my brother is in the room being a fucking killjoy. Aubrey and I had been dating for a few days now, and Greg knows about it, but he said some shit about me being bad news for her. Whatever, I know how I feel about Aubrey, and I am willing to risk it all. Don’t get me wrong though, Greg loves Aubrey, but not us together. “You should have told me you were coming over, I would’ve cleaned my room a bit.”

“Damn, Aubrey,” Greg laughs as he places the dishes in the washer, “you have the lad cleaning his room for you. Now that is a sight to see.”

Aubrey giggles and tosses her purse over her shoulder. “Come on,” she smiles and finds my hand to hold. I love it when her fingers delve for mine. It makes me feel needed for once in my life.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Greg told me you like the pizza parlor down Marbury, right?”

 

“Yeah,” I say, “let me get my wallet.” I go to my room and grab my wallet from my dresser. Under it is an empty bag, which used to hold my pills until I used them all. Aubrey promised to help me with my addiction, but I have yet to see any progress. To be honest, I hardly need the pills with Aubrey around, but the addiction still follows me no matter where I go. I had it for too long for it to end over one girl. I toss the bag into a bin and return to the living room for my girlfriend who has a bemused smile on her lips. God, I miss those lips, but once again, Greg is in the room to ruin my life.

“Is she home right now?” Aubrey asks.

“Yeah,” Greg nods, “go ahead and give them a ring, Lux loves going there, too.”

“Is Baby Lux is going with us?” I wonder aloud.

“Is it alright with you,” Greg laughs, “or were you looking for a little alone time with your girl?”

“Hey, Baby Lux is my girl, too,” I smile, “she may have a bit of competition now, but I enjoy both of their companies.”

“Good,” Aubrey smiles and rewards me with a kiss on the lips. Hmm, kissing me in front of my brother, I like it. Greg cocks his head and winks suggestively as Aubrey leads me out of the door. “Bye, Greg, see you Tuesday!”

After securing Baby Lux into her seat and driving to my favorite pizza parlor Pizza by Mario, the three of us enjoy dinner together. Lux never fails to laugh around Aubrey. Not only does Aubrey make me happy, but she makes the people around me happy, too. I know Aubrey and I have hardly learned a lot about one another, but sometimes liking someone is not about where they were born, how many siblings they have, or if they like to kiss on the first date. Sometimes liking someone is about the way their heads find the right spots on your shoulders, the way they argue, or the way they kiss you and all of a sudden, the world feels a bit saner. Odd enough, I feel that with Aubrey.

 “Niall, I have a proposition for you,” she says propping her elbows on the table. I cock my eyebrow and nod for her to continue. “Well, as you know, Daddy is a police officer.” Hah, I more than know about her father and his profession. I sample the crust of the pizza and swallow it hard. “Well, Daddy can help with your drug addiction. I know teens with drug addictions go into juvie all the time, and most of the time, they need professional help. He probably has connections with all the professionals. If we tell Daddy ahead of time, he may be able to help you.”

“Aubrey, no,” I sigh, “it is not that easy.” I want to explain further, but I can’t because how do I tell her I’m already in trouble with the law, and more specifically, her father? Going to the police officer who hates me for help with an illegal drug addiction would be entirely stupid. “I have to do it on my own,” I reason and find her hands to hold, “and I will, alright, baby? Have a bit of hope for me.”

“I guess,” she shrugs, “but Ni, if you ever need help from Daddy, you are more than welcome to. He’s willing to help any of my friends, I know it.” Yeah, but not the boy who shot him, I want to say, but instead I sip on my straw until all of my soda is gone.

“Thanks, baby,” I say and lean over the table to reward her lips with mine. Ah, I finally kiss her on the lips without worrying about Greg around. I like it.

“Ew, gross!” Lux wails cupping her face in her hands.

“What?” Aubrey asks tapping her on the nose gently.

“You kissed Uncle Niall!” she giggles. “He has cooties, Aubrey!”

“Oh, sorry,” Aubrey pouts, “Baby Lux, please forgive me! I’ll go to the washroom and rid of his cooties right away!” She rises from her seat and passes me to go to the washroom. I have the urge to pull her into my lap and kiss her more, but I see the waiter coming by, and I stop myself.

“Hey, how is everything?” he asks. “Do you need any refills?”

“Sure,” I nod and hand him my empty glass, “I had Pepsi.”

“How about your wife or daughter?”

“Who?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows. “Oh, you mean, oh…sure, yeah. They both had waters.” He grabs the glasses off of the table and returns to the back. Weird, if random strangers already see Aubrey and I married and with a family, I wonder she feels about me herself. In the long run, does she even see me as the father of her child? With my drug addiction, probably not. She returns to her seat, and once again, being around her helps dissolve the bad thoughts and returns my smile.

“Did you wash your cooties?” Lux asks.

“Yes, I did,” she laughs, “no more kissing Uncle Niall, I promise!” Correction, not kissing Aubrey is the definition of hell. The waiter swings by and hands us new glasses of our refreshments. She thanks the waiter and gazes into my eyes again. “Niall, I have another proposition for you.” I nod, and she sips her straw before continuing. “Daddy says he wants to have you over for dinner Tuesday after our tutor session.”

“Oh, um, I mean, yeah, sure,” I gulp, “did he tell you why?”

“Calm down,” she giggles, “he wants to get to know you, and so does my mother. It’s just dinner at our house, no need to be nervous. Besides, I get a feeling Daddy likes you already.”

Hah, yeah right. Her father hates me, and I don’t blame him. I shot him in the fucking arm and let him suffer the pain of it for months. I hate myself, and everyone in her family should hate me, too. When we finish our dinner, Aubrey drops Lux and me home and goes to study with Perrie. After I return Lux to my neighbors, I go to my room and rummage through all of my drawers. I need a fix, and I need it now. Despite my promise to stop my addiction, I fumble for the phone in my pocket and call Josh.

“Hey, man,” I say, “I have the money. Where can you meet me?”

Once again, I hate myself. I hate that I let myself drown into the cycle of addiction. I hate that I let myself fall for Aubrey knowing the fucking complications of it. I hate that tomorrow I have to hate myself even more because you and I both know, Niall Horan is never going to get better.

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