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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7. Chapter 7 (:


Niall's P.O.V.

My fingers fumble with the pill in my hand. I know when I swallow it, the world will settle down. I will forget about the death of my mother. I will forget about not graduating. I will forget about Aubrey Osborn. Ecstasy, a pill used to escape the responsibilities of being Niall Horan, is in my hand, and with one gulp, the stress can momentarily be over. I raise my hand to my mouth to swallow it, but suddenly, my bedroom door opens, and Greg marches in. I close my hand and place it by my side.

“Hey, Tom and I are going to the grocery store,” he says, “Baby Lux is waiting for you in the living room, and by the way, Aubrey called and said she will be over soon for tutoring.”

Fuck, it was Tuesday, huh? Remind me to get a calendar because I seem to forget a lot. I slyly hide the pill under my pillow where my journal is and follow Greg to the living room. Lux raises her small arms when she sees me and motions for me to hold her.

“Hey, Baby Lux,” I coo, “did you bring your toys?” She nods and points toward a pile of her belongings. Among the diapers, pajamas, and bottles is a small teddy bear half the size of her.

“We will be home in an hour or so,” Greg says, “the both of you stay out of trouble, you hear?” I nod, and Lux waves a goodbye to her father Tom. Before the door closes behind them, Aubrey enters and smiles widely when she sees me.

“Hey,” she giggles, “does she need tutoring as well?”

Stop being cute, I want to say, but instead I laugh and rock Baby Lux in my arms. “Baby Lux, this is my friend Aubrey,” I introduce, “can you tell her hello?” Lux waves happily and motions for me to set her down. She waddles toward her belongings and hurls the teddy bear in her arms as she continues to nurse her pacifier.

“Are you ready to study?” I ask and pull the study guide from my backpack. As you probably notice, I’m trying to avoid the subject of Saturday and our almost kiss.

“Actually,” she smiles, “how about a study break?” She places her purse onto the floor and leans onto her knees by Baby Lux. “Lux, have you ever played house?”


“Study break?” I laugh when Lux nods her head. “We haven’t even studied.” Weird, with Aubrey, I laugh, and I mean really laugh. She carries a positive energy, and maybe it is the reason everyone loves her.

“Oh, come on,” she begs and tugs my arm gently, “since when were you afraid of a bit of trouble?” I gulp nervously. Is she talking about the night of my arrest? For the most part, Zayn, Perrie, and Jade know about that night, but not anyone else. It was supposed to be a secret…unless, of course, her father told her. Odd enough, after Aubrey formally introduced me to her father, he pretended not to know me. He shook my hand as he would any of her friends, and he ended it with a forced, “Nice to meet you, Niall.” I ignore the thoughts in my head because so what if Aubrey knows, not like we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, right? “Okay, Lux, who do you want to be?”

Lux spits her pacifier out and raises her arms excitedly. “Baby,” she coos, “and Niall is daddy!”

“What about me?” Aubrey pouts. Damn, she is good with children. Why did life have to punish me? She smiles as Lux ponders about the character she wishes to give her.

“You marry Niall,” Lux giggles. I wish, I think to myself, but instead, I remain silent as I watch the interaction between the two girls. Lux cradles her teddy bear as her younger brother in her arms, and Aubrey prepares an imaginary breakfast for the family with plastic pans and pots Lux hands her. Odd enough, I imagine Aubrey and I with a family of our own. It hurts, actually, to know I will never have a family with Aubrey, and not because of her boyfriend, but her father. Her father knows what happened the night of my arrest, and if he knows, Aubrey and I will never be together. When Aubrey flips her pan, she accidentally loses grip of the handle, and it gently hits her in the face.

“Daddy Niall,” Lux beams, “kiss Mommy Aubrey, she has a booboo!”

Kiss. The word scares me. Aubrey pouts, and I laugh as she pretends to wail in pain. Lux giggles and hands Aubrey her teddy bear in comfort. Lux would be the perfect daughter for Aubrey and me…no, Horan, stop. Stop being nice to Aubrey. I was never nice to anyone. Stop before you hurt yourself.

“Aubrey,” I snap, “enough, we have to study!”

The happiness drains from her face, and she suddenly understands I mean business today. She nods slowly as if she is afraid of my sudden anger toward her.

“Sorry,” she mumbles and lowers her eyes. She rises off of the ground to her backpack and retrieves her study guide. She settles on the sofa with her legs crossed. Those legs were teasing me, and the more Aubrey teases me, the more aggressive I have to become to push her away. “Page thirteen.”

“You know,” I sneer, “Ms. Aleman hired you as a tutor and nothing more. I would appreciate it if you kept it at that.”

She raises an eyebrow as the emotion drains from her face. “Niall, you tried to kiss me Saturday night!”

“I was drunk,” I lie, “and besides, I would never kiss you.” When I say it, I regret it immediately, and it hurts to see her because it seems as if I slapped her in the face.

“Are you serious, Niall?”

“Yes,” I sneer, “now shut the fuck up and tutor me. Stop wasting my time.”

Aubrey swallows her tears and flips the pages in her book. From now on, she would be a tutor and nothing more. As much as it hurt me, it hurts Aubrey, too, but for the sake of us, it was better off we were not friends. I hear her sniffle, and I desire nothing more than to pull her lips into mine and tell her the truth. Tell her why I had to be an asshole. Tell her why I did it for us. Tell her why I have to be near her to forget the drugs, to forget the alcohol, because she helps me feel normal.

“Uncle Niall,” Baby Lux whines and tugs the sleeve of my arm, “could you be nice to Aubrey? I like her.” I turn my eyes to Aubrey, who is avoiding my gaze. It was too late. I fucked up…again, and nothing I say or do will fix it.

Aubrey Osborn and Louis Tomlinson will have a wedding without Niall Horan. I will become irrelevant, and they will build a large home with Louis earning salary from his soccer career. Aubrey will give birth to a beautiful daughter, and I will be in my flat, wondering what drug to take next to deal with the pain. Aubrey Osborn will be happier without me. Aubrey Osborn will live happily ever after. Aubrey Osborn will never find out how I, Niall James Horan, was the one who shot her father last summer. 

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