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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14. Chapter 14 (:

 

Aubrey’s P.O.V

“Aubrey, quit running in the hallways!” Ms. Aleman shouts as I hurry to find Niall near his locker before the bell rings. I ignore her as she shakes her head disapprovingly and returns to her classroom. A few students move out of my way and hiss for me to watch it, but I ignore them when his blonde mane is seen from the end of the hallway.

As he stuffs his binder into his locker, I run to him and flaunt an envelope in his face. I could not wait for him to pull me into his arms and tell the world how proud he was of me. “What is it, baby?” He grabs the envelope and reads the address. His jaw gapes open. “No way.”

 

I tug his sleeve and hop up and down in irrepressible anxiety. “Open it!” I demand. He bites his lip and rips the envelope open. He pulls out a piece of paper, and my heart races as he unfolds it. “Read it!”

“Dear Aubrey,” he reads, “your application for admission to Columbia University and its supporting credentials have been carefully reviewed by the admissions committee.” My heart races as the wait kills me. “I am sorry to have to tell you we cannot offer you admission…” Niall furrows his eyebrows, and his sapphire globes reread the words in his hand.

“Very funny, Niall,” I say grabbing the paper. As I read it, my smile falls into a taut line. He read correctly. It was there in black and white. I was denied. For the past few years, I have prayed for Columbia University…and Daddy knew I wanted it more than anything. I mean, I applied to other universities, but nothing compared to Columbia. It was my dream school, and the feeling of being denied by your dream school is both disappointing and…sad. Do you know how it feels to work hard on a dream to have it crushed? It feels as if the world is hurling bricks into your heart, and even though you manage to avoid it, it still hurts.

Niall shakes his head disapprovingly. “It must have been a mistake,” he says, “when we go home, we will e-mail the admissions office and—”

“—and say what?” I exclaim. “’Hello, my name is Aubrey Osborn, and I think you made the wrong decision?’” I shove the paper into its envelope and hand it to Niall. I lower my eyes and bite my lip to still its tremble. “See you later, babe.” I sigh and adjust the strap of my bag. I turn around, heading to class, but Niall tugs my arm and crashes his lips into mine. His kiss is slow and thoughtful as my tears stain his face. When the bell rings, he pulls away and gazes into my eyes. His eyes are sad, but I send him a half-smile to reassure him I would be fine. “Thanks,” I whisper.

“No problem,” he breathes. He gives me one final kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” Before I can question it, he turns around and trots to class. Did Niall confess he loved me? No, he was not the type who fell for anyone. I must have misheard him. Oh well, it would have been nice if he did because a part of me is falling for him, too, and by fall, I do not mean a step off the sidewalk, I mean I dig a deeper hole to the other side of the world the more we spend time together. It hurts falling in love with Niall because there is too much I know, yet a lot I had to learn…like Zayn warned before.

The entire day is a blur. I guess after the rejection, it was hard to focus on anything. It hurt the most when I saw Louis during lunch. Louis was accepted, and I’m in the same amount of organizations, if not more, and had a higher grade-point average than him. What did he have that I didn’t? I mean, I know colleges seek more than good grades and involvement, but I thought I deserved it. What hurts is I know I can do amazing in Columbia University, but I will never have the opportunity to prove it. Throughout the day, Niall messages me inspirational quotes. I wonder why his previous girlfriends broke up with him. Even though the gesture is cliché, I have to admit, it was…cute. My phone buzzes in English class, and it reads:

Does this mean I can have you all to myself now? No more worrying about those college boys stealing you away from me, haha ;) –Niall

I smile, tugging my lip gently, and roll my eyes. I love his silly side. It reminds me a lot of my father’s sense of humor when I was younger. Niall and I laugh at anything, and my father did the same until his career as a police officer changed him. He lost his sense of humor. He lost his…happiness. I text him back.

Unfortunately, no, I have one college boy in my mind…he has gorgeous blonde hair, a sexy Irish accent, and I guess his smile is pretty cute, but don’t be jealous, babe, we have to see if he gets accepted first, but I’m sure he will, haha. –Aubrey

I imagine his laughter as he reads the message in class. Ms. Aleman is going to go insane. Suddenly, a hand incessantly taps my desk, and I raise my head from my phone to see Liam, his brown eyes pleading for help.

“Aubrey, did you hear the assignment?” his voice, full of worry, asks. “We are supposed to find examples of jargon in chapter twenty-two.”

“Oh, yeah,” I nod, “sorry, Liam.” I tuck my phone away and prepare to help him on our group assignment.

“Before we begin, I wanted to share news with you!” I nod for him to continue as the dimples form around his smile. “I got accepted into Columbia University today!”

“Oh, you did?” I ask. I force a smile, but I know how shitty I feel. “Congratulations.” I remind myself to be grateful for all I do have, but honestly, besides Niall, what do I have? I have no friends. Jade is out of the picture, and Perrie has been hiding from me lately. She has been blowing me off a lot for God knows what, and it seems as if she’s hiding something from me. My phone vibrates, and I giggle as I read the message I received:

Hey, I know that guy, he told me he wants to make-out with you today. He said it would get your mind off of things or whatever, but if you don’t want to, I’ll tell him to back off. You’re mine anyway ;) –Niall

After my horrible day is over, Niall drives me home, and happily for us, my parents have yet to return home. Daddy said he had to work overtime, which means Niall and I had more than enough time to be alone. As soon as I unlock the door to the house, Niall throws me over his shoulder and laughs when I struggle to unravel myself from his strong grip.

“Put me down, Horan!” I giggle. He closes the door behind him with his foot and heads toward the staircase to go to my room.

“No, I heard you were flirting with a college boy,” he laughs, “and now, you are in a lot of trouble, young lady!” My legs swing back and forth in struggle, but he is too strong for me. When he finds my room, he opens the door and tosses me on the bed. He presses his lips to mine, but pulls away to gaze into my eyes. “Stay,” he orders huskily. He unhooks himself from me and digs into one of his pockets. He pulls out a box and hands it to me. My heart races, but I grab it anyway curious to know what is inside. “Open it.”

Inside is a silver bracelet with various pearls hanging off of it. I have never seen a bracelet more beautiful. “Niall, this must have cost a lot,” I say studying the beautiful details of it.

“It belonged to my mother,” he says. My eyes widen, and he laughs while unhooking it from the box. I have no right taking her bracelet. It probably meant a lot to her. He wraps it around my left wrist and shakes his head. “Calm down,” he says, “she told me to one day give it to someone special. It reminds me a lot of the pearl you fumble with when you get nervous.” He hooks it on and slips his fingers through my hands. Silence fills the room as he gazes into my eyes. His stare slows my heartbeat, but races it, too. “Aubrey, I don’t know if you caught it today, but I told you I loved you.”

“No, I caught it,” I admit, “but I thought you said it by mistake.”

“I meant it,” he sighs, “and I know you probably can’t say it, yet, because I mean, yeah, we have only been dating for a month now, but I know how I feel about you. I know I want this, and I know I want it forever. You’re the only girl who has ever cared for me the way you do, and I love you.”

I want to tell Niall I love him, too, because I do love him, but my mind is warning me not to. The conversation I had with Zayn replays in my mind over and over again until I break. “Niall, I talked to Zayn the other day.” He sighs and rubs his face knowing bad news is about to come. “He told me you were arrested, and I asked him if it was about your fight before high school, but he seemed to be…hiding something.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but closes it right away when the words are hard to find. “I wish I could tell you, Aubrey,” he huffs, “but I can’t.” He buries his face into his hands, and it seems as if he is about to cry in anger. What the hell happened? I need to know.

“What is so complicated that you can’t tell me?” I argue. I hop off the bed and pace the room in frantic. If it had to do with drugs, I knew he had an addiction already. What could be any worse?

“Aubrey, please, not now,” he hisses, “I love you, and I need you to wait until I am ready to tell you.”

“Please, Niall,” I beg, “after years with Louis, I need you to be honest with me.” My hands shake as I pierce my gaze into his. The both of us are unstable wondering who will be the first to break. My voice breaks as anger washes over me. “Tell me, or I go. What happened the night you were arrested?

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