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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20. Chapter 20 (:


Aubrey’s P.O.V

The pearls of snow bustle down, and the smell of vanilla whiffs into the air. I close my eyes inhaling the atmosphere. The sensation of winter hovers over me in a December breeze. As the pearls of snow glide through the air, I relax. It reminds me a lot of a photograph I bought from an old art sale. I raise my arms freely and let the snow dissolve on my tongue. For once, I feel liberated from the pain.

“Sweetheart, come inside,” a voice wavers, “the hot chocolate is ready!” I turn to see my mother with a contagiously wide smile. Despite the pain our family has undergone, she never fails to be positive. She disappears inside, and the cries of a bird echo through the neighborhood. I carefully stride closer to the sound to find a baby robin wailing for its mother. Before I lose the moment, I position my camera focusing the lens and snap a photograph.


“Hey, buddy,” I coo, “are you alright?” I pet her wings causing her to wince in fear. “She will find you,” I smile, “I promise. Home is not far.”

I sling the strap of my camera around my neck and head inside. My boots patter against the snow, and before I open the door, I hear the distant sound of another bird. I turn around, and an older bird nuzzles her daughter happy to find her baby. I smile proudly and open the door to find my parents washing the dishes together. My mother bumps into Daddy with her hip, and he laughs heartily. The smell of love and warmth fills the room, and for once in my life, I feel fine. If my parents are happy, well, I guess I am, too. I sip my hot chocolate and lean against the counter admiring the love of my parents. When they notice me in the room, they stop fooling around and suppress their laughter. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Daddy smiles, “how was school?” I undo the camera strap around my neck and set it on the table carefully. For a month, I failed to use my camera because I drowned in sorrow instead, but after speaking to Jade, I decided to move on and stop dwelling on the negative aspects of my life. I mean, sure, those aspects were important to me, but what good does dwelling do?

“It was fine,” I smile. The hot chocolate slithers down my throat as Daddy hands another dish to my mother, who dries it with a towel.

“We’re going out to dinner on Marbury tonight,” he says, “would you care to join us?” Daddy returns his gaze to my mother and sends her a wide smile. The love in his eyes is more than apparent. It reminds me of the happiness Niall and I had when we went to Marbury for pizza with Lux. Admittedly, I miss Lux, but I miss Niall more.

“Actually,” I sing, “maybe you and Mom should have a date to yourself.” Daddy laughs and hangs the towel in his hand over his shoulder.

“Are you sure, Aubrey?” my mother asks. She leans against Daddy, who wraps his arms around her waist. “We don’t mind, sweetheart.”

“No,” I laugh, “I’m sure. I have a lot of studying to do anyway. The both of you enjoy yourselves for a night.” Daddy pats my head happily and pulls me into a hug.

“We will be back by eleven,” my mother says, “we might go for dessert and a walk afterward. Will you be alright?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Mom,” I groan playfully, “I will be alright, I promise. Now get dressed. I want to help!” I drag her away from Daddy and pull her into her bedroom. I settle onto her bed while she finds a dress for tonight. I’m happy my parents are going to have their alone time. With all the stress we’ve been under, they need it.

My mother saunters out of her closet slipped in a long-sleeved red dress. “Do you like it?” she asks modeling the dress hesitantly.

“Daddy will love it,” I beam hopping off the bed, “now let me curl your hair.” I seat her in front of her mirror, and I grab the curling iron from one of her drawers. As I let it warm up, she grabs a box and snaps on her favorite pair of diamond earrings. She studies herself in the mirror and bites her lip unsure.

“You look beautiful, Mom,” I reassure. She closes her eyes smiling and lowers her head. I pick up the curling iron and gather strands of her hair to curl.

“I’m proud of you, Aubrey,” she says in a hushed tone, “you’ve grown up a lot. It scares me, actually, how strong you’ve been.” How have I been strong? All I’ve done is hurt the people around me. She sighs heavily and glides a shade of red along her lips. “I know you’ve been having a hard time with college, Niall, and your father, but you’ve been strong, and never say otherwise. Most girls would have given up already, but here you are stronger than I’ve ever seen you.”

“I’ve hurt a lot of people in the process, Mom,” I huff letting a long curl fall along her spine, “and I don’t think I can fix it.”

“You can, sweetheart,” she promises, “and you will. Give it time.” Silence fills the room, but I enjoy it. I’ve never connected with my mother a lot, but I love hearing her. After I finish curling her hair, I shoo her and Daddy out of the house rewarding the both of them with a kiss on their foreheads.

After my parents leave, I snuggle on my bed alone and read the messages in my phone. With all of the courage I have, I open my voice messages. When his voice hums into my ear, my heart drops.

“Hey, Aubrey, I know you hate me, but I’m sorry…I know I can’t fix the mistakes I’ve made, but I will do my best to. I hope to see you tomorrow, even if you ignore me. I love you.” Beep. “Hey, Aubrey, it’s me again. I’m about to go to bed, but you’re probably asleep already. Ms. Aleman told me you had to focus on your studies, and your friend Liam is going to tutor me instead. I understand. I love you. Good night, princess.” Beep. “Hey, Aubrey, how have you been? Greg asked about you the other day. I told him you needed your space for a while. He really likes you, Aubrey. Anyway, have a good night, and as always, I love you.” Ring. Wait, what?

 Noticing the ring of the doorbell, I hop off my bed and trot down the stairs to answer the door. When I open the door, my eyes study the person before me. Niall. His blonde hair is tucked under a beanie, and his lips quiver as the cold wind whizzes through the air. “Do you mind if I go inside?” he breathes. He rubs his hands together, and I step aside allowing him in. I close the door behind him as he shrugs his coat off. The smell of his boyish cologne lingers in the air. He hangs his coat on a hook and turns to me with a half-smile.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. He winces when he hears the harshness of my voice. “Niall, no,” I sigh, “I mean, why are you here?”

“You hardly answer me, Aubrey,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I know,” I sigh shifting my feet awkwardly, “I needed time alone, I guess.” With him in front of me, I find it hard to push him away. His cobalt eyes are vivid and full of love.

“I miss you, Aubrey,” his voice manages, “and I know I’ve done the unspeakable, but I love you.” My heart skips a beat when he says it. “I love you, Aubrey, and it hurts not to be with you. I need to be with you…”

He laces his fingers through my hair and inches closer to my lips. I can smell the desire emanating from his lips. He bobs his head forward to connect his lips to mine, but pulls away afraid to hurt me. “Niall,” I gulp tugging his hand, “I love you, too.” Before I realize what I have said, he crashes his lips into mine and cradles my face preciously between his massive hands. His movement is slow and drugging, and I know he wants more. Soon, his tongue pries my mouth open, and I obediently grant him access. I kiss him with a hunger I was unaware of having. My fingers lace into his hair as his hands travel down my frame, his fingertips leaving trails of fire on my bare skin. The sense of urgency leads the both of us to my bedroom. He pulls me through the door and shoves me against the wall.

“I missed you, Aubrey,” he whispers while his eyes carefully study the length of my body, “I missed us. Did you?” Unable to speak, I nod my head and grab his blonde hair as he presses his lips to my neck. I feel him smile when I arch my back in response. He obviously enjoys driving me wild. He slows his lips and gently devours the base of my throat.

“Niall,” I moan through my barely parted lips, “make love to me.” I feel the intoxicating movement of his lips stop abruptly, and his eyes burn into mine in exploration for seriousness. I lower my hand and brush my fingers along the lines of his toned abdomen.

“A-Aubrey,” he stammers, “are you sure?” I nod slowly, my eyes still trained on his lower half as he gently eases me onto my bed. “A-are your parents home?” I shake my head and tug him by his collar, his body now hovering over mine. He kisses me slowly while his hands brace either side of my head. A part of me is nervous, but I am certain I want to have sex with Niall. “Tell me to stop whenever you need me to, alright, baby?” I nod, and he finds the button of my jeans. He slowly unbuttons the hard metal and undoes the zipper. I arch my back allowing him to pull the jeans off me. He licks his lips when he sees my red-laced panties. He peels away my sweater and smiles to himself as I lie on the bed in only my bra and underwear. “You’re beautiful, Aubrey,” he whispers, “I love you.” Despite the knot in my throat, I manage to return the words to him.

His finger toys with the strap of my bra before he carefully slides it off my shoulder. After he manages to unhook the clasp, his lips lower to mine and travel agonizingly slow to the band of my panties, his lips and tongue not missing a single bit of bare skin in between. He connects his eyes with mine, silently begging for permission to pull them off. I bite my lip gently and nod my head. He slips the lace through my legs tossing it on the floor. For a moment, he stops and admires my body. “God,” he curses under his breath. He lowers his head, and his tongue softly caresses the sensitive bud of my breast. The blood pounds to my brain, and I wonder when Niall is going to lose his patience. His thumb circles my other breast just as gently, and a soft moan seeps through my parted lips.

I feel his manhood harden against my thigh as I gaze into the rings of sapphire in his eyes. I move my hands to the band of his jeans and slowly remove his clothing layer by layer. He places his massive hands on either side of my head gazing into my eyes. My hand fumbles for a condom in the drawer beside me. When I find it, I hand it to Niall, who shakes his head disapprovingly. “I want you to put it on me,” he pants, his cheeks flushed. He rolls off me lying against my pillows. Tucking my long hair behind my ear, I lick my lips as I struggle to open the package. I feel the thin plastic open between my small fingers, his eyes burn with lust as I remove the latex ring from its packaging. Slowly, I wrap it securely down his length. As soon as I finish, he straddles me again, and lowers his hand to my entrance rubbing it gently. “Relax, baby,” he whispers. His voice is low, and I know he urges to please me more than I please him. In this moment, I realize Niall deserves to be my first. He deserves all the love I have to give.

When I relax, he rubs his thumb deliciously along my womanhood, his fingers as gentle as the wings of a butterfly. But I needed more of Niall. I needed all of him. I close my eyes in pleasure, moaning. “Niall…please.” He brushes the head of his manhood against my aching slit, and gazes into my eyes for permission to insert himself. When I nod, he slowly pushes his length into me causing me to gasp for air.

“Sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he mumbles, his face full of concentration. He continues to push himself in, allowing me to adjust. My eyes close as I begin to relax, he bucks his hips slowly, and my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He takes that as a sign of approval and begins to grind his hips harder against mine. A whimper of pleasure and pain seeps through my lips. He stills himself and furrows his brows. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbles, “I’ll stop if—”

“No, Niall,” I beg, “please.” I bite my lip, suppressing the moans that are rising in my throat. He grabs my hand and leads it to a spot above my entrance.

“Rub yourself,” he orders, “right there.” I obey his order and rub it feverishly, closing my eyes as I near ecstasy. As he approaches his own, he incessantly moans my name, turning me on with every syllable. I feel my climax hit with wave after wave of passion and desire as I curl my toes and fingers, his follows soon after, seeing me in a state of pure bliss and pleasure. A collection of curse words slip off his tongue, and he collapses onto me, his hot breath colliding with my neck, glistening with sweat. “I love you, Aubrey.”

“I love you, too,” I breathe.

We lay silently for a moment. The memory replays in my head over and over again. Niall is quiet, and I assume he’s remembering the moment, too. Our breathing is heavy, but after a while, levels itself. After listening to the other breathe for a while, he rubs his finger along my upper arm and sighs. “How is your father?”

“He’s happy,” I sigh, “but he’s not getting better.” I rub my hand along his back and bury my head into his body. I want Daddy to get better, but Mom and I both know the cancer is worsening.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“No,” I say, “don’t be. He’s happy, and I should be, too.” He smiles and pulls me into another feverish kiss. I feel him ready to deepen the kiss, when my door swings open. Shit, did we forget to lock the door? Niall tugs the white sheet over our naked bodies, and we turn our heads to the door. Fear washes over us when my mother appears with her hands on her hips.

“M-mom,” I stammer, “you said you would be home in three more hours!”

“Oh my goodness,” she sobs, “Aubrey, w-what are you doing? Never mind, find your clothes, your father is in the hospital!” She paces through my room as tears sting her eyes. I hate seeing her…helpless. She tosses the clothes on the floor to me and presses her fingers to her temples stressed.

“What?” I exclaim. “Why?”

“He was fine, Aubrey, and all of a sudden, his coughs were hard and incessant,” she blabbers, “and I rushed him to the hospital, but the doctors say he has not a lot of time, Aubrey.” She rushes out of the room leaving Niall and I alone. He hops around the room as he slips his jeans on. My tears, hot, paint desperation over my face.

“N-Niall,” my voice chokes through tears, “p-please…c-come…w-with m-me.” I heave a breath to still the shaking in my voice. “I-I need you with me.”

“Baby, breathe,” he says holding me by the arms. I nod my head swallowing my tears. The atmosphere closes on me. Breathing is hard, and I want nothing more than to wake up from my bad dream. “I will be here for you, but only if you let me.” I nod my head and grab his hand. His hands give me a sense of protection, but we both know Daddy is nearing his end. I pull him out of my bedroom and shut the door behind me. My mother rushes the both of us out of the house and into the car. The car ride to the hospital is quiet because though we may not admit it, we are all preparing our goodbye.

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