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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4. Chapter 4 (:


Aubrey’s P.O.V.

After I wrap my satin robe around my body, I answer the call on Skype and tie my hair into a tousled bun. Louis had been missing in action all evening though we had a date tonight. No visits. No messages. No calls. Perhaps I should stop worrying, yeah? A lot of the girls from our school would die to be with Louis, and here I am more or less dreading it. I mean, I love Louis. For the previous two years, he never failed to miss an anniversary, showered me with expensive gifts, and my parents adored him, but how long would I pretend to be happy?


“Oh, Aubrey,” Perrie sings when Skype joins the call, “are you ready for your date?”

“More or less,” I giggle and survey the dresses laid on my bed. Louis loves when I wear red, but black seems a bit more sophisticated. Hell, why did I care? He would never notice it anyway. Louis never notices me as he used to. All he cares about now is his boys and popularity.

“Hey, Aubrey,” Perrie gulps, “is it true you and Louis…you know…”

I raise an eyebrow and wait for her to finish her question. As I said before, Perrie and Jade know everything about Meadowview, and if she heard it, a ton of other students have, too. “Is it true Louis and I what?”

“You know…” she says and widens her eyes as a clue, “had sex.”

“What?!” I exclaim. Louis and I never had sex! I mean, we attempted it many times, but it never seemed to be the right moment. My first time is important to me, and it needs to be special, but with Louis, it never is. It feels…forced.

“All of Meadowview is saying it,” she explains, “I heard Louis told the boys on the soccer team about it, but I mean, he must have had a good reason, right, love?”

Perrie is right. I guess with the stress from college applications, my boyfriend, and now, tutoring Niall Horan, my thoughts are clouded. I am jumping to conclusions and channeling my anger onto him. Speaking of Niall, our first session went pretty well. He seems to get the hang of it, but lacks the motivation. Though Perrie warned me to be careful with him, he seems…sweet. I mean, he seemed worried when I hung up with Louis and returned to the session unhappier than before. Unlike Louis, he noticed.

“I need to help Zayn with the beer,” Perrie interrupts my thoughts, “see you later, yeah?”

After I hang up with her, I unravel my hair from its messy bun and curl it the way Louis loves. When we first dated, he loved to lace his fingers through the ringlets and let them fall against my spine. When I finish, I slip on a pair of studded heels and patiently wait for Louis to text me when he arrives. Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door, and my father enters. My father has raven hair, similar to mine, but his is peppered with age. Between him and my mother, I definitely inherited his genes more, but definitely not his personality. Daddy is ill-tempered, but I love him nonetheless. He means well, but his job stresses him out a lot.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles, “where are you headed?”

“Louis and I are going on a date,” I say. I fiddle the pendant of my necklace between my fingers. The pendant is a pearl Daddy bought me a few years ago. Despite disbelief from my friends, it gives me strength in the toughest of times.

“Ah, fiddling with your pearl,” he notes, “you must be nervous.”

“A bit,” I mumble and still my fingers, “Daddy, how do you feel when you see Mommy? I mean, after all those years, how do you feel?” He smiles to himself as he thinks about my mother. I know he still loves her, but I need to hear it for myself.

“Butterflies,” he laughs, “tons of them. You know, Aubrey, I never enjoyed my job much, but your mother is worth it. Every day, I wonder when the day will end, so I can snuggle against her and feel her happiness. When I married your mother, I never imagined myself in love forever, but it happened, and I never in my life regretted it. When I said those three words to her, I knew no matter what happened, I would put your mother first because I loved her, and to me, she is the world.”

I smile because I am proud to have the most loving father in the world. No matter how strong the tide is, he loves my mother, and their love gives him strength. Yet, my smile slowly fades because I have a father who loves my mother, but a boyfriend who will never love me the same.

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