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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5. Chapter 5 (:


Niall’s P.O.V.

The smell of cigarettes and beer whizzes under my nose as I maneuver through the swarm of people. Zayn told me it would be a small party, but with the amount of people forced to fit into his small apartment, I beg to differ. In the dining room, Harry Styles, one of the boys from the soccer team, is preparing a game of beer pong for him and his mates. I wonder if Louis is going to show up, but probably not because he promised Aubrey they would go on a date instead. In fact, they were probably in bed together  now. His fingers were probably tangled in her beautiful hair, and I swear, Louis Tomlinson had everything. He had the friends. He had the money. He had the girl. Once again, I cannot help but feel a little shitty about my life. I know my mother taught me better than to be ungrateful, but it seemed unfair. I’m aware of my mistakes, but did it mean I had to be eternally punished for it? Fuck, I need a beer before history consumes my thoughts. The doorbell rings, and I snap out of it.

“Mate, I have to find the beer,” Zayn says and lays his hand on my back, “would you mind getting the door?” I nod and maneuver through people to answer the door. A few of the students from Meadowview welcome themselves in, and behind the line of people, I see her beautiful river of dark curls caressing her spine. Aubrey. Her red dress barely meets the middle of her thigh, and I cannot help but imagine her legs wrapped around me while I nibble her slender neck. What? No, Horan, get your shit together. Louis has his large hands wrapped around her forearms as he argues with her, but I attempt to ignore it because their relationship is none of my business, right?

“Louis, you lied to me,” she hisses while shoving him away from her, “you said we would go on a date! My father will kill me if he finds me here!”


“Oh, come on,” Louis argues, “you will not get in trouble, I promise. Now, enjoy a few beers with Perrie while the lads and I go for a round of beer pong, yeah?” Louis holds her by the upper arm and shoves her inside. Her usual scent of warm brown sugar whisks into the air when she passes by me. I wonder if she notices me. Suddenly, I feel a set of perfectly manicured fingers brush my bicep. I turn to see Jade, tipsy from the beers she ingested not too long ago.

“Hey, Niall,” she purrs, “where have you been? I really missed you…I have yet to see you since…you know.”

I hate how people assume I’m sensitive about the night of my arrest. Sure, I made a mistake, and the police arrested me for a whole summer. Big deal, I wish everyone would get over it and stop holding it over my head. I suffered the consequences enough, and it was bad enough people would never shut up about it.

“You mean the arrest,” I say. She nods slowly, afraid I despise the subject, which in fact, I do. “It was hell, but I mean, what else is news?”

“Well, how about you and Aubrey Osborn?” she offers and crosses her arms. “Perrie tells me she tutors you now?”

Who the hell am I kidding? I know damned well Aubrey is more than a tutor. I know we have yet to hold a long conversation, but she captivates me: the way she talks with her hands, the way she bites her lip when reading a confusing paragraph, and the way her eyes sparkle when she fluidly understands a topic. It was stupid, actually, how in the matter of a week, I like her. Wait, no. I do not like Aubrey. Besides, she has a boyfriend, who supposedly loves her enough to drag her to Columbia University with him. As I said before, I stood no chance. I make a promise to myself to keep a long distance from Aubrey when suddenly, I hear faint banter from another room.

“Aubrey, leave me the fuck alone!” a voice bellows from the dining room, causing me to peer over the swarm of tipsy teenagers to see what the hell happened. Louis is boring his eyes into Aubrey, who is cowering in fear. What the hell? I shove a few people out of the way and march toward Louis, who is nursing a beer to help him relax. The entire apartment silences as I size him with my eyes. I fought him before, and I know how weak he really is.

“What is going on over here?” I hiss as Aubrey is sobbing into her hands. “What the hell are you doing here, Horan?” Louis barks. I extend a hand to Aubrey, who grabs it immediately and buries her beautiful face into my neck. Damn, so much for keeping my distance. “She needs to go home,” Louis slurs when he notices me lulling her by placing my hand on the small of her back. I can tell he is already drunk by how slow he speaks. I quit arguing, and instead, pull Aubrey out of the apartment and into my car.

The entire ride to her flat is silent unless she gives me directions. As usual, she explains the directions to me patiently, and though I make a few wrong exits, she never loses her cool. From the corner of my eye, I can see her illuminated from the lampposts, which emphasizes the puffiness of her eyes and the tremble of her lips. Once again, I find myself wondering how she tastes. No, Niall, I remind myself, Aubrey is your tutor, not your girlfriend. When we arrive to her flat, I walk her to the door to ensure she returns home safely. In a way, I feel the need to protect her, especially after seeing her emotionally drained by Louis. If he treats her like shit in front of other people, I wonder how he treats her behind closed doors.

“Thanks, Niall,” her voice croaks when we stand on the front porch before the door. I wonder if she had any beers tonight…if it would make a difference in how she feels about me. The moon glistens the night, which emphasizes the emerald in her eyes, and I suddenly wonder how it feels to fall in love. After my mother passed away, I stopped believing in love, but with Aubrey, I imagine it. I wonder how it feels…not because I love her. Hell, I barely knew her, but I mean, I figure the feeling would be nice. Despite my promise to stay the hell away from Aubrey, I have the most horrible urge to press my lips to hers…to feel what has been missing from my life, but I shift my feet uncomfortably instead because she still belongs to Louis.

“No problem,” I say to dispose the silence, “I thought you and Louis had a date tonight.”

“Me, too,” she mumbles and lowers her eyes. I have the sudden urge to raise her face, so I can gaze into the color of her eyes. She tosses a weightless laugh, and the emotion drains from her face. “It was my fault for being stupid. Louis and I have been in a hard place lately. I guess with the college applications and soccer tournaments, we both have been stressed, you know?”

“Do you really want my opinion?” She nods, and I let out a breath I have been holding in. “Louis made a mistake letting you leave with me tonight,” I whisper and draw her lips closer to mine. I am so close to her lips, I can smell a hint of vanilla from her lip gloss. I close my eyes as the scent lingers in the air. “Because Aubrey, I have the strongest urge to kiss you now, and if you let me…I will.” I hear her gulp, and her eyes slowly shift from my lips to my eyes to my lips.

“Then do it,” she breathes. When I lower my lips to hers, on the verge of fulfilling my desire for the past week, the door opens, and the silhouette of a man I assume to be her father towers over me. I step away from Aubrey and bury my hands in my pockets nervously. Damn, there went my chance.

“Aubrey,” he thunders, “I thought you were with Louis!”

“I know, Daddy,” she whines and crosses her arms angrily, “but a friend was nice enough to take me home instead. Daddy, meet Niall, I tutor him on Tuesdays.”

I turn to shake my hand with her father, but when his eyes pierce mine, it suddenly all makes sense: why Aubrey hates parties, why she fears being surrounded by drugs and alcohol, why her eyes are the most intense color of green I have ever seen…

Her father is the cop who arrested me.

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