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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13. Chapter 13 (:

Niall’s P.O.V

 In any novel you will read, you will meet a boy who struggles with an inner demon. In most cases, the demon is himself, but in my case, the demon is a single white pill. I hold it in the palm of my hand and let it roll around. The pill may help me calm the hell down before dinner tonight, but then again, it may fuck me over, too. I never had an official dinner with a girl and her parents before, and when Aubrey invited me to her place, I promise I have never been more nervous in my life. Suddenly, the door swings open, and I cup the pill into my hand burying it in my pocket. I turn around and see Zayn marching toward me.

“You never told her, did you?” he snaps jabbing a finger into my torso. His eyes bore into mine as I formulate his words. I furrow my eyebrows confused, and he flails his arms by his side. “Niall, you never told Aubrey about your arrest?”


“No, why?” I ask cocking my head to the side. “Zayn, you promised to keep it a secret!” I say tugging on his shirt. He shoves me off of him, and I hit the dresser behind me with a thud.

“Niall, you are a fucking idiot!” he shouts. “How the fuck do you date the girl whose father you shot without sparing her a single detail?”

“How the hell am I supposed to tell her?” I bellow. “’Hey, Aubrey, how was school? Oh, by the way, I shot your father during the summer and got arrested for it?’” I know Zayn means well, but right now, he fucked up. He promised to keep it a secret!

“You know, Niall,” he sighs and steps backward, “how you tell her is your business, but if you tell her is mine because Perrie is her friend, and she is losing her sanity lying to her best friend every damned day!”

“Do you realize how hard it is?” I shout. “I have a lot of shit on my mind, and the worst I need is my best friend barging into my room forcing me to tell my girlfriend about a mistake I made months ago!”

“Shut the fuck up, Niall!” he shouts. The room silences as he drills his stare into mine. “Get your shit together! Do you believe we have to feel sorry for you because your mother passed away? Listen, you know she would never let you be this way! You know the only reason you take those stupid pills is because it helps you feel sorry for yourself!” My fist is by my thigh ready to swing itself into his jaw. “No one feels sorry for you any more, Niall. Give me a ring when you move the fuck on.” He stalks out of the room and slams the door behind him. My hand balls into a fist and forces itself into the wall. The blood seeds out of my knuckles, and I press a towel to it. Fuck him, I had a dinner to prepare for.

When I pull into her home, she swings the door open and leaps into my arms. “I missed you,” she mumbles pressing her lips to the spot behind my ear. She hops off of me and leads me into the living room by the hand. Our fingers are gently brushing the other as if she is attempting to tease me. I follow obediently because Aubrey has me whipped. I imagine a ring around one of her fingers, but bury the thought when her mother steps into the room. “Mom, this is Niall,” she beams proudly.

“Nice to meet you, Niall,” her mother extends her hand, and I shake it hiding the bandaged hand by my side. “Dinner will be ready in a second, but until then, sit tight.” Aubrey shrugs my coat off of me and hangs it on a hanger. I attempt to hide my bandaged hand from her, but she notices it right away.

“What happened?” she whispers as her mother prepares the table.

“I slipped in the shower,” I lie, “nothing you should worry about.” She glares insolently and crosses her arms, which emphasizes the size of her breasts. When she notices me staring, she drops her arms by her side nervously.

“Are you sure, Niall?” she sighs.

“Yes, baby,” I whisper, “calm down, yeah?” I hate lying to her, but if I tell her Zayn and I got into an argument, she will remember her conversation with him today, and that is the last thing I want. The sound of footsteps cascade from the staircase, and we both turn around avoiding the argument.

“Niall,” her father says shaking my hand, “it is nice seeing you again.” He is probably being civil to me for the sake of Aubrey, but I go with it and shake his hand.

When her mother finishes preparing the table, Aubrey leads me to the table and pulls the seat next to her for me. I sit, and across from me is her father, whose green eyes brand into me as his wife and daughter serve dinner. As the girls delve into their dinners, his gaze does not detour from me.

“Niall, are you in any clubs at school?” her mother asks. She has blonde hair, unlike Aubrey, and though her eyes are green, they are not as intense either.

“No, ma’am,” I say, “with a lot on my mind, I hardly have time.” She nods understandingly and swallows the food in her mouth. Aubrey shoots me a smile to calm me down, and odd enough, it does. Her smile puts my nerves to rest, and I feel normal again.

“Where are you planning to go in the fall?” her mother continues. “As you probably know, Aubrey is planning to go to Columbia University.” She and Aubrey smile proudly when she says it. On the other side of the table, her father never loses his emotionless glare.

“I actually helped Niall fill out a few applications today,” Aubrey chimes, “we should hear back from them soon. We applied to a lot of the colleges in-state.”

“Good,” her mother says, “and actually, I met my husband in college. Oh, he was the worst, always getting into trouble! My father hated him!”

“Really?” I return his glare with mine while sipping on a glass full of water. He lowers his eyes ashamed. “What changed his mind about him?”

“My father knew he loved me,” she laughs weightlessly drowning in the memory. I clear my throat as it reminds me of a very similar story. “Love is a very powerful force, and I want the both of you to know that. I know you have hardly dated for a month or so now, but love is beautiful. It consumes you, and it forces you to have feelings you never thought you had, but it heals all wounds.”

As her mother says her story, Aubrey gushes, and her hand delves for mine underneath the table. When her fingers find mine, I interlock them and shoot her a wide smile. Aubrey and I always hold hands, but her fingers feel different now. It feels as if I’m holding onto the world, and it scares me because I know how hard I’m falling for her already. I knew it was bound to happen, but not necessarily this soon.

When dinner is over, her father retreats to his bed saying he needs to rest. While her mother washes the dishes, Aubrey leans her lips onto my ear and bites it gently. She drives me wild. I hate it, but I love it at the same time.

“Do you want to see my bedroom?” she whispers. As she saunters up the stairs, I gaze intently at the sway of her hips. Aubrey is sexy, and with me, I have a feeling she uses it to her advantage. She offers her hand behind her, and once again, her fingers gently brush mine as I follow her obediently. As soon as we step foot in her room, she closes the door behind her and warns me to be quiet with a finger pressed to her lips.

“Shhh,” she giggles and lays me against her bed. She straddles me with her knees on either side of my abdomen. She peppers kisses along my torso leading to my neck. She nibbles the skin there, and I feel her smile knowing how she drives me wild.

“What are you doing?” I mumble. She breathes a giggle against my neck, and the vibration sends a nice feeling to my heart.

“You did well tonight,” she whispers. She places her hands on either side of my head and tosses her long raven hair over the right side of her head. “Let me reward you,” she whispers before connecting our lips together. My hands land on her hips as she pries my mouth open with her tongue. I slide my hands underneath her blouse, and she smiles against my lips. An animal has taken over my girlfriend, but I like it. She delves into my mouth as my hands roam her body hungrily.

“Baby,” I groan as she deepens the kiss, “your parents are home.” She sighs heavily and rolls off of me.

“Sorry,” she pants, “I got carried away.” I lean my head against my palm and gaze into the rings of emerald around her pupils. “Niall, do you ever think about if we…you know?”

“If we what?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows. I brush my thumb along her jawline and wonder how I got lucky with Aubrey. She is beautiful, yet sexy, and she is all mine.

“If we have sex,” she sighs. She closes her eyes lazily and sadness washes over her face. Of course, I thought about having sex with Aubrey, but I mean, I never expected it from her. For as long as she needs me to wait, I will.

“I mean, yeah. I’m sure a lot of boys think about having sex with you. You’re pretty hot,” I mumble against her shoulder before kissing it. She giggles and slaps my arm childishly.

“You idiot,” she laughs. “I just want you to know it may take me a while to budge, but until then, we can do a lot of other things.” She runs her finger along my bicep and smiles sexily.

“Like what?”

She straddles me again and leans into my lips until the door swings open and she hops off of the bed in a hurry. Fuck, if he hated me already, he is going to hate me now.

“Aubrey, I think it’s time Niall goes home,” her father insists sternly. The look on his face warns me to hop off her bed.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she says. She strolls over to me and wraps her arm around my torso. “I will see you tomorrow.” She presses her lips to my forehead, and her father shows me the door.

After he opens the door for me to leave, he follows me outside and sighs heavily. I bury my hands into my pockets and pace around the front porch. The sky is painted with stars, and it reminds me a lot of the time Aubrey and I were going to kiss. Her father runs his finger through his sparsely peppered hair and rubs his face stressed.

“When are you going to tell her?” he breathes.

“Soon,” I answer. I turn to him, and with the bags under his eyes, I know he is stressed from his job and all the shit he has to go through. I feel sorry for him, actually, but I knew it made no difference. “When are you going to tell her your secret?”

“I don’t know,” he says, and suddenly, his face crashes into my shoulder to drown in his sobs. His tears stain my shirt, and all I manage to do is awkwardly comfort him with a pat on the back. “I don’t know if she can handle it, Niall.”

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