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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18. Chapter 18 (:


Aubrey’s P.O.V

I slip on an oversized sweater and study my body in the mirror. I hate myself. Ever since Columbia University denied me, Niall lied to me, and Daddy admitted to having cancer, I let myself go. Speaking of Niall, I haven’t spoken to him in over a month. My days are now a mundane routine: I go to my classes, I ignore everyone, and I go home. Daddy is usually here when I return from school. He quit his job because he has to see the doctor more often. They run a lot of tests, but from the looks of it, Daddy is not getting any better. He is losing a lot of weight, and the color is draining from his eyes. He’s dying before my eyes, and I can’t do shit about it.


“Hey, sweetheart,” Daddy knocks and invites himself in, “do you want me to drive you to school today?” I nod and grab my purse. He lowers his eyes when he sees my outfit. He knows I am hurting as much as he is, and I hate putting this pain on him. I hate feeling shitty about his cancer, but I do, and it shows. “Sweetheart, where is the blouse your mother bought for your birthday?” he asks.

“Why?” I ask bitterly. “Should I change? What is wrong if I don’t want to dress up anymore?”

“W-what? No, sweetheart, I…never mind,” he sighs.

I march of the room and pull him along. The car ride is quiet, but I like it because it means being with Daddy without the complications. It means being with Daddy, and to me, being with him means the world. When he turns into the parking lot, my phone buzzes, and I open a text message from Niall.

Hey, Perrie told me it was your birthday the other day. I guess I missed it, huh? Let me take you out…not to talk about the other shit, Aubrey, I just need to see you. As if I don’t say it everyday already, I love you…please message me back. I probably sound desperate. P.S. How does being eighteen feel? –Niall

Yeah, right. I roll my eyes bitterly and toss my phone into my purse. Sure, I miss Niall, but definitely not enough to forgive him for lying to me and shooting my father. Niall is the reason my father had to pretend to be happy, and for that, I can never forgive him. When he stops the car, I lean forward and press my lips to his forehead. “Thanks, Daddy,” I mumble, “I love you.” I say it a lot now…and I wish I could go back in time and tell him it more often.

When I head to my locker, a lot of people divert their stares on me. They know. The entire town knows. Local police officer battles cancer, send your prayers to the Osborn family! The amount of flowers and cards we are sent every day is ridiculous. None of these people cared about Daddy before, in fact, a lot of them hated him, and now they care. When I pass Perrie by, she gives me a saddened stare, and I lower my eyes to the floor tucking a tendril of my hair behind my ear. I can’t face anyone anymore. It hurts.

I stop in front of my locker and dial the combination. Was it 5, 14, 49? No, maybe it’s 14, 5, 49.  Hell, I forgot again. I press my forehead against my locker frustrated. From the corner of my eye, I see Zayn step forward to help me, but Perrie places a hand on his elbow to pull him away. “Babe, no,” she whispers, “she needs time to heal. Let her figure it out on her own.” I love Perrie. As my best friend, she knows I need time alone. She closes his locker and leads him down the hallway.

“Do you need a hand?” a voice wavers. A hand lands on the dial of my locker and begins shaking it. I pull my head off of it and turn to see his world-famous dimpled smile. “The lockers here are actually shit,” he laughs, “if you give it a little shake, it opens itself.” My locker door flies open, and I return his smile gratefully.

“Thanks, Liam,” I mumble. “How is Niall doing, you know, with tutoring?” Ever since Niall and I broke up, I told Ms. Aleman I needed time to focus on my own studies and offered Liam as my replacement.

“Good,” he says, “he really is smart.”

“Yeah,” I laugh to hide the pain of mentioning him, “I know. See you in class, yeah?” He smiles and nods his head before returning to class. When I pull out a binder for calculus, a piece of paper slips to the floor. I kneel down to pick it up and read it carefully.

Hey, beautiful, Lux wants to play house again…do you think I can kiss your booboo this time? Haha, see you during tutoring today, baby, I miss you already :) –Niall

My heart drops when I read the old note Niall left for me. I miss him…a lot, but nothing can repair the pain he brought my family. In fact, I hate him for it. What am I saying? I can never hate Niall, but I have to, which is why I’m avoiding him. When I close my locker, I turn and see Niall helping another student plaster a banner along the wall. He sheepishly gives me a small wave, but I crumple the note in my hand and toss it onto the floor. When I step on it, he drops his head ashamed and curses under his breath. He was dead to me now. His mouth opens to respond, but instead, he turns away when the other students begs for his help. When she finishes stapling the banner, her hand smoothes it out, the banner reading, “A Winter Wonderland – Dance it up with your fellow Mustangs! Tickets on sale by the cafeteria!” Great, what I need is another dance where I can see other people living happier lives than me. Niall holds my gaze until I turn around and head to English class.

I have no idea what my teacher is saying. My entire life is now a blur. I forget the date. I forget names. I forget caring. Daddy is dying; does it matter anymore about miniscule events? I could care less about a lot. All I want is for the doctors to tell Daddy the cancer is gone, but at this point, I am losing hope in a lot.

“Hey, Aubrey, did you hear me?” a voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn to see Zayn tapping my desk. “Do you wanna be my partner for the assignment?”

“Zayn, do you really want to be my partner,” I sneer, “or are you attempting to talk to me about Niall?”

“He hasn’t stopped crying about you for days, Aubrey!” he argues. An awkward silence falls among the class. Our teacher warns the students to return to their assignments and gives us a knowing glare. “Listen, Aubrey,” his voice lowers, “the lad loves you. Give him another chance.”

“Give him another chance for what?” I counter. “Give him another chance to lie to me and hurt my family?” The words slip from my tongue menacingly, and he winces when he hears it. “I would love to continue this conversation, Zayn, but I have work to do. Go work with one of or your friends, or better, yet, leave me alone.” He nods his head biting his lip and marches to his desk.

After I hand the cafeteria lady two dollars, I find my usual seat in the corner of the room. No one sits with me anymore, and I like it. I sip the straw of my juice bottle until a shadow casts over me. When my eyes rise, I recognize his round eyes and deep brown locks.

“Hey,” he says, “how’ve you been?” He takes a seat across from me, and I remain silent. This has to be a joke, right? “Aubrey, did you hear me?”

“Yes, I heard you,” I snarl. “What do you want, Harry?” He has no right to sit with me. I like being alone. What did people not understand? I set my bottle down and fiddle with the food on my tray with a fork.

“I-I’m sorry, Aubrey,” he mumbles, “about everything, and I know, coming from me, you don’t want to hear it, but listen, my aunt is a doctor, and—”

“What is your point?”

“Well, she is the best doctor in town, Aubrey,” he explains. His voice drips with desperation. “She performed miracles before, and I know you are losing hope, but give her a call, would you? I know we’re not necessarily friends, but do it for your father.” He slides a card under my hand and swallows a lump in his throat. “By the way, Aubrey,” he gulps, “Louis is sorry about your father, and if there is anything we can do to help—”

“It’s a bit too late for that, yeah?” I bellow. He nods understanding I need time to be alone and returns to his table, where Louis is boring his eyes into mine. Coward. All men are.

I bury the card into the front of my purse and empty my tray in the bin before sulking to the restroom. I hate being here. School is a waste of time, especially after the college of my dreams denied me. What was the point anymore? Oh, no, I feel a horrible feeling in my throat. My hands swing the bathroom door open, and I shove a body out of my way as I rush to one of the stalls. My knees fall to the floor, and I hurl into the toilet. I close the door behind me and release bits of my meal as the saliva oozes out of the corners of my mouth.

“Aubrey, are you alright?” a voice panics. The knocks on the door fuel my already present migraine. Once I finish, I wipe the saliva from my face and open the stall door to find the infamous Jade Thirlwall. Oh, great. I push her aside and walk to the sink. I glare into the reflection hating the new me. I’m unhappy and bitter, and no one likes me. Jade saunters toward me and places a hand on my shoulder. I glare into her eyes through the mirror.

“What the hell do you want?” I snarl.

“Aubrey,” her voice croaks, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I grunt, “now leave me alone, Jade. You ruined my life.”

“Aubrey, I had no idea Louis was using me for a good time,” she reasons, “I thought he genuinely had feelings for me. How is this my fault?”

“I had everything, Jade!” I shout. She steps back with fearful eyes. Tears brim the bottom of my eyes, but I attempt to hold it in to spell it out for her. “I had it all, and in came you ruining it!” My breathing is uneven, and I refuse to tear my gaze away from her.

“Was that life really meant for you?” she argues.

“We are not turning this around on—”

“Was that life really meant for you?” she repeats. Her words snake off her tongue, and I’m confused where she is going with it. “Were you meant to be with Louis, or were you meant to be with Niall?”

I know the answer is Niall, but I refuse to say it anymore. I’m not going to be weak. I’m going to be strong because Daddy raised me to be. “I’m meant for neither!”

“Then stop complaining,” she screams, “you always complained, and you had the perfect life, Aubrey!” She has no idea what she is talking about. My life is far from perfect. I have no stability in my life at all. “You had the grades, the family, the boyfriend! I wanted Niall to like me, Aubrey, and you took him from me! He was head over heels for you at the party, and all I wanted was for him to like me, not you!”

“Jade, you’re cheerleader captain,” I whisper, “what exactly do you not have?”

“Someone who gives a shit about me,” she cries. She shakes her head and lowers it ashamed. She laces her fingers through her hair, and crosses her arms scared. We’re both crying, and it hurts to see her covered in tears. The atmosphere is closing in on me, and I’m finding it harder to breathe. I’m causing pain to people who don’t deserve it. “You had that, Aubrey. Louis loved you without the sex, and Niall obviously worshiped the ground you walked on…I never had that, but you did, and you still complained.”

“J-Jade, I’m sorry,” I stammer. It made sense—why Jade chased any guy willing to give her an ounce of attention. She just wanted to…matter.

“No, nothing will fix it, Aubrey. You had people willing to put their hearts on the line for you,” she breathes, “and you let them go.”

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