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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21. Chapter 21 (:


My mother told me pain holds us hostage. It buries us in a home without food, water, and air, but we have the keys inside our hearts to escape. We all do, but we need the help from our loved ones to find them. I needed Aubrey, and now, Aubrey needed me.

Her eyes are strained from tears, and her hands shake as the seconds agonizingly pass. She lifts her precious fingers to her pearl and sobs against my shoulder causing my heart to drop. I want to help Aubrey, but pain is inevitable. It lives inside of us for days, perhaps months, until we find the strength to move on, and though we lie to ourselves about how fine we are, the pain will always determine the way we handle others. We either love them, or we hurt them. For me, I hurt them.

It sucks, you know, not being the stone Aubrey needs me to be. I know how she feels, and losing your parent is shit. You never escape the moment, and you remember it always. Aubrey shivers with fatigue, and I shrug my coat onto her.

“Thank you,” her voice cracks.

She closes her eyes as the tears return, and I pray she finds the strength to face him, but I know she will. Aubrey is strong, and I believe in her. The doors open, and a middle-aged nurse appears. Stress is painted along her face, and I know the news is not good. Aubrey and I shoot out of our seats hoping to visit her father now.

“Your father is under a lot of tests as of now,” she explains, “but we will let you know when you may visit him.”

“I have been waiting for hours,” Aubrey snaps, “when are you going to let me see him?” She steps forward causing the nurse to raise her hands with her palms facing Aubrey.

“Aubrey,” I lull grabbing her elbow. She shrugs my hand away and brands her gaze into my eyes. “Baby, settle down. The nurses are doing as well as they can.” The nurse sighs heavily and hugs her manila folders before disappearing behind the doors. Aubrey sniffles and returns to her seat in silence. As the night wears on, tides of weariness and despair engulf her body, and I allow her to lay her head on my lap. Once in a while, I lace my fingers through her raven hair to comfort her. After an hour, I manage to daze into a deep slumber, but her eyes remain open in hope of good news.

Suddenly, Aubrey stalks out of the room and into the hallway. I consider leaving her alone, but I worry how she is handling the pain. I follow her, but hide behind a wall as she paces around the hallway with her phone in her hand. I peer over the wall as she balances her phone between her shoulder and ear.

“Hey, Louis,” she sighs, “I need a favor.” I close my eyes as the blood inside of me boils. “Call Harry, and tell him I lost the card, but I need his aunt here now.” What is she talking about? “We are at the hospital on Wilbur Avenue,” she sobs, “please tell him to be here soon.” She swallows a lump in her throat and presses her forehead against the wall frustrated. I relax when I realize she is finding help for her father. “Thank you, Louis,” her voice cracks, “I owe you a lot.”

When she turns around, she finds me eavesdropping behind the wall, but instead of reprimanding me, she immediately buries her sobs into my sweater. I protectively wrap my arms around her and press my lips to her forehead. “Be strong, baby,” I whisper, “you always are.”

“Excuse me, honey,” a voice wavers, “you may see your father now.” The nurse opens the doors for us, and without hesitation, Aubrey unravels herself from my arms and runs to his room. Our feet patter against the solid floor until we find her mother draped over the side of his bed.

She turns around and manages a smile. “Hey,” her voice cracks, “your father is here.” We sigh heavily when we see her eyes hollow and lifeless. “He has not a lot of time,” she explains, “but I’ll leave you to your privacy.” She turns on her heel and strides out of the room. She closes the door behind her, and Aubrey and I step toward his bed cautiously.

Her father is strapped to his bed with wires to monitor his breathing. Aubrey cups her mouth scared, and I wrap my arm around her to remind her of my promise to protect her. The beeps of the monitor beside his bed remind us he is alive despite the emptiness emanating from his body.

“Hey, Daddy,” Aubrey chokes. She swallows her tears and closes her eyes before speaking again. “Mom told me you don’t have a lot of time left.” Though his eyes are hardly open, he manages to smile and extend his hand for hers. She cups it gently and smiles. “I will miss your smile, Daddy.” I remove my arm around her and lean against a wall across from his bed as they prepare their farewells. She turns to me and furrows her eyebrows. I need your help, her eyes say, but I shake my head.

“Go on, baby,” I whisper, “be strong.”

She turns her head to her father and sits in the seat beside him. Aubrey struggles to look at her own father. She wanted her last impression of her father to be the strong dedicated man in uniform she’s come to know him as all her life. His delicate hands searched for hers, and soon he held her hands as if they were his life. “I love you, Daddy,” she sobs, “and never forget it. I promise you will always be the most important man in my life.” I lower my head, but I understand remembering the roses I gave to my mother earlier today. “Daddy, do you hear me?”

“I do,” his voice hardly audible, “but stop being sad, Aubrey.” She furrows her eyebrows confused. “Think about the bright side.” What bright side? “You can go to those parties now,” he meagerly laughs. Aubrey feigns a smile, but I know the pain in her eyes. “Take care of your mother,” he says, “she loves you, Aubrey.” She nods approvingly and wraps an arm over his torso. “I am so proud of you, Aubrey,” his voice nothing but a breath, “you are the daughter I dreamt having. You are beautiful. You are kind. You are…perfect.” Fuck, am I crying, too? I sniffle as the love of my life suffers the death of her father. “I love you, Aubrey, but could you do me a favor?” Unable to speak, she nods. “I need to speak to Niall in private.” What? Aubrey turns to me with welled eyes. The vibrant color of her eyes is amplified by the tears flowing freely down her face. I urge to hold her, but instead, I slowly heave a breath, and she presses hers lips to the side of his pale face before disappearing behind the door.

With the bit of courage I have, I cautiously have a seat by his bed, and his eyes lazily roll toward me. “Sir,” I gulp, “I’m sorry for all I’ve done: hurting you, hurting your wife, and hurting Aubrey.”

“Niall,” he sighs, “I forgive you, but I have not a lot of time, and I needed to speak to you about Aubrey.” Tears blind my eyes as he speaks. “Take care of her, do you hear me?” I nod understandingly. “She really loves you,” he says, “I see it in her eyes. To her, you are home. You protect her, and you hold her.” I bury my head into the side of his bed and shake my head. He cannot be dying. Odd enough, he reminded me a lot of the father I never had. He is benevolent and forgiving, and no other man I know is comparable. I’ve never had another man…care. “I know you love her,” he smiles, “and never let her forget it. You see, Niall, Aubrey wants perfection, but she will never get it. Remind her you are the best man for her, and though you may argue and disagree more than you may handle, remind her you are perfect for her, and she is perfect for you.”

My hands tremor as I remember meeting Aubrey. I remember wanting to tangle my hands in her hair. I remember wanting to talk to her for hours. I remember reminding myself to not fall in love, but along the way, I did, and I do not regret it.

“Thank you, sir,” my voice cracks, “I promise to love Aubrey as long as you promise to do me a favor.” He raises an eyebrow, and I close my eyes unable to face him. “Tell my mother hello.” A faint smile etches itself on his face. Slowly, the beep from the monitor goes flat. Silence fills the room as he heaves the final breath of his life. His eyelashes flutter close, but the gaze of pride in his eyes will always be engraved in my memory.   

Suddenly, the doctor and nurses bolt into the room confirming his death. Despite my hope for him to be alive, a part of me is…relieved. He is away from pain and sorrow, and who am I to deprive that from him? Footsteps patter behind me, and I turn seeing Aubrey and her mother, and not far behind them, Louis and Harry.

Aubrey cups her mouth and surges toward her father ready to nudge him alive, but Louis holds her as she sobs into his sweater. She pounds her fists into him sobbing. “Why, Louis?” she sobs. “Why?” He holds her precious head between his massive hands. His eyes plead for an answer, but as humans, none of us know it. Death is a curious entity, and we will never understand it.

Harry runs his fingers through his brown curls, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. “Doctor, my aunt is on the way,” he panics, “you may know her! Doctor Selley? She may be able to—”

“Sorry, son,” the doctor interjects gently, “Officer Osborn is gone.” He leaves the room, and his line of nurses follow. When the sound of the door closes behind us, Aubrey bolts to her father her hands grabbing the rail of his bed. I step away pacing the room in desperation.

I swing the door open and stalk out of the room unable to face Aubrey in pain. Louis and Harry follow, and the tears gush out of my eyes. My vision is a blur, and I need Aubrey beside me. I pace around the hallway and slam my fist into the wall causing beads of blood to ooze out of my hand.

“Niall, calm down,” Louis orders. His fraught eyes bore into mine.

“How the hell do I calm down?” I snap. “Aubrey needs me, and I can’t do shit, Louis! Nothing I do will return her father home! The pain is going to live inside of her for months, and I don’t know if I can be the support she needs me to be! What do I do, Louis? You know her better than I do! You should be in my position, not me!” I pound my hands into his shirt, and he buries my head into his shoulder. The embrace is odd, but soothing. Silence fills the room as he finds the answer. I hope for him to say, I will take care of Aubrey, but I know I will never let Aubrey go. I have to be the loved one to help Aubrey find home again, and it hurts because have I found home? “Louis,” my voice cracks, “what do I do?”

“You love her,” he breathes. When Harry hears the sound of my sobs, he crashes his body to ours embracing us in a brotherly hug. Despite the strength we feign to have, we all cry as the pain buries inside of us.

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