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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8. Chapter 8 (:

 

Aubrey’s P.O.V.

I place my backpack by the door and shuffle through the mail in my hand. I sigh heavily when I realize Columbia University has yet to send any response to my application for the fall. Anyway, the tutor session with Niall today was…odd. For the most part, Niall and I have been getting along, especially after the incident on Saturday. We were laughing along with Baby Lux, and suddenly, he pushed me away. What did I do wrong? I guess when Lux told Niall to kiss me, it reminded him of Saturday and how close we were to kissing. Admittedly, it was wrong of me to allow him to, especially because Louis and I were still together, but apparently, Niall was “drunk.” When Daddy opened the door and found us not too far from the other, Niall hurriedly pulled away, and I introduced the both of them to each other. From what I see, Daddy and him get along fine, but the second Daddy finds out about his outburst today, Niall is no longer going to be good news to him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Daddy says, folding his newspaper to place on the table, “how was your tutor session with Niall?”

 

“It was alright,” I lie with a taut smile, “but Daddy, I thought you were supposed to have an appointment with your doctor today.” You see, a few months ago, one of the men involved in a crime shot his arm. Now, he has to go to the doctor every three weeks to see if it will continue to function correctly. After the incident, the entire family has been begging him to quit his job as a police officer, but Daddy loves it too much to quit. His job puts him in danger though. Had the criminal missed his arm and shot him elsewhere, the man who serves as my stone would be gone. Then again, who am I to tell him to quit his dream, right?

“I rescheduled it for Thursday,” he smiles, “but how is Niall doing?”

Weird. Daddy is never interested in any of the boys I bring home. In fact, it took him about a year to even tolerate Louis being around. “Niall is fine,” I say, crossing my arms, “but why the sudden interest in my friends?” Friends, like I can even call him that anymore.

Daddy laughs and lowers his head in response. “Can your father be a bit involved in who you talk to nowadays?”

Ah, Daddy being…well, Daddy. I shake my head as he sips his cup of coffee and suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door. When I answer it, a pair of strong arms lifts me off of the floor and spins me around in happiness. By the strength of the arms, I recognize him as Louis. He plants my feet on the ground and flashes a piece of paper in my face.

“Babe,” he exclaims, “guess who got a letter in the mail from Columbia University today!”

“No way!” I shout and grab the letter from his hand to read for myself. “Congratulations,” I read aloud, “on behalf of the Office of Undergraduate Admission, it is my pleasure to offer you admission to Columbia University’s Class of 2013!” I leap onto him and wrap my arms around his neck. “I am so proud of you, babe!” I pull away and reward him with a kiss on the lips.

“Mmm,” he moans and rubs his hands on the small of my back, “I don’t know what feels better, being accepted into my dream school or you?” He smiles into my lips, and odd enough, I feel loved by Louis, and not loved to maintain his image, but actually loved…the way I used to feel before our relationship began to crumble. I feel him about to deepen the kiss, but I pull away and gesture toward the dining room with my thumb.

“Daddy is in the other room,” I say. He sighs heavily and runs his fingers through his hair gallingly. His frustration is actually…cute.

“When will we ever have our alone time?” he pouts. Louis has many sides to him, and his lovingly playful side tends to keep us together.

“Well,” I smile and draw invisible circles on his stomach, “I know Thursday is your tournament, and if you do well, I may have a surprise for you, yeah?” His eyes widen in response as I allow his imagination to run wild. I figure as long as Louis remains the boy I fell in love with, he deserves the consummation of our love.

“Well, who would say no to you?” he whispers and presses his lips to mine. Once again, he gently kisses me, but pulls away because Daddy is in the other room. “Should we tell your father?” I nod and pull his hand toward the dining room. His gaze never loses the sway of my hips as I lead him into the other room, and I can tell he is a bit turned on when he gently bites his bottom lip.

“Daddy,” I announce, “Louis and I have wonderful news for you.” He sips his cup of coffee and nods for us to continue.

“Well, sir,” Louis begins, “I have officially been accepted to Columbia University!”

“Well done, Louis!” my father exclaims. “We now patiently await the letter for Aubrey, who I know without a doubt will be accepted! I am absolutely proud of you. I know with you around, Aubrey will definitely have a bright future ahead of her.”

I guess it is a good thing Niall and I quit our friendship. I mean, with Louis, there is hope for a better future, but with Niall, what was there hope for? Complication, and maybe that is why he pushed me away all of a sudden, but did he have to be an asshole about it? I did nothing to him. I may have led him on with the kiss, I know, especially when I had a boyfriend, but he basically begged for it, too. Ugh, Niall Horan is one of the most complicated forms of the male species, and honestly, I am done attempting to understand him.

“How about we celebrate with a bit of dessert?” Daddy cheers and tosses his keys toward me. “The treat is on me. Start the car, I have to get my coat.”

When I head toward the car with Louis following in suit, he places his hands on my hips and lowers his lips to my ear. “About Thursday,” he whispers, “are you serious about it?” I realize I am ready to have sex, and if I were to lose my virginity to anyone, it might as well be Louis. I mean, we have been together for two years already. “Babe, are you sure? I mean, I am more than ready, and I love you, but are you ready for it?”

“Positive,” I say. He kisses me on the forehead in pure bliss. Finally, his girlfriend of two years, agrees to have sex with him. It must have been a relief. I return his wide smile, and a part of me is relieved as well. I would finally lose it, and everyone of Meadowview can finally shut up about my virginity. What was the big deal about it anyway? Whatever, in two days, the wait would be over. However, a part of me still feared losing it. I feared it hurting. I feared the consequences. More importantly, I feared it being with Louis.

But who am I kidding, if not Louis…then who? I doubt any boy sees me the way Louis does, and after Thursday, I will bound to be with him forever, and honestly…I still wonder if I’m even ready for that.

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