One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's a cop //Niall//

(Imagine Niall as a cop? I would die.)

You were speeding down the freeway with no care in the world. All the windows in the car were rolled down, allowing the wind to blow freely through the car. You had your music on the highest volume possible as you belted along to the lyrics. You were just having a pretty chill day and was celebrating how well it was going until....
You saw the flashing sirens behind you and began to slow down.
"Damn..." You frowned coming to a stop. The cop car pulled up behind you. You mumbled a quick prayer to Jesus. You did not want to get a ticket, but with the driving you were doing you'd probably get five. You saw the cop's door open and out stepped some white guy and decked out in his uniform. You looked at him through your mirrors as he made his way to your door. He knocked on the window. You looked at him and rolled the window down.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were driving, ma'am?" His voice made your knees quiver. He had the deepest Irish accent ever.
You stared at him sheepishly, nodding.
"License and registration please." You leaned over to the glove compartment and pulled out all your papers. You picked out what he asked for and handed it to him. He took the papers from you and took off his sun glasses.
"Sweet baby Jesus..." Mumbled looking at him. He was beautiful.
"What was that?" He asks in amusement.
"Nothing." You shook your head in embarrassment. His eyes were just so, ughhh and his lips were so red and plump you wanted to climb out the car window and kiss him. He handed you back your papers and you took that time to read his name plate. Horan, you read. Well Mr. Horan you can have me. You can have me in the back of my car, your car, the ground, the hood of this car-
"Ma'am?" You broke from your thoughts, biting your lips.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" You looked up at him.
"I'm going to need you to step out of the car." You gulped and unbuckled your seat belt. Did you do something wrong? Well besides the obvious speeding. Horan pulled out his mini flash light and flashed it in your eye. You looked away from the harsh light. He chuckles softly.
"Sorry, alright, I'm going to make you do a serious of tests to make sure you aren't under the influence."
You licked your lips, pulling down your shirt a bit. You could pass these tests easily. You knew you were sober.
"Alright first I'm going to need you to walk in a straight line to me. Heel to toe." He instructed. You nod and began walking to him slowly. You kept your balance the whole time. He pulled out a little tube and held it to your lips.
"Breathe into it." You did as you were told. Horan pulled the object and read something on it. "Alright now I'm going to need you to hop on one leg." You looked at him to see if he was serious. He had a straight face. You rolled your eyes as you began to hop on one leg. "Pat your head." Is he serious? You were starting to think he was just turning this into a joke. "Pat your stomach too."
"Okay I'm not doing that." You pout stopping. Horan laughed looking at you.
"Are you resisting my instructions?" He took a step to you.
"I thought it was resisting my arrest." You frowned.
"Well are you?"
"Am I in custody?"
"No."
"Then I am." You said bravely staring at him. Horan walked until his nose was almost touching yours.
"I could arrest you right now." He breathes, pulling out his handcuffs.
"Go ahead," you challenged him. Horan smirks, licking his lips.
"I'll tell you what. Go on a date with me and I'll drop the ticket." You smiled as you thought about it.
"Okay." You agreed.
"I'm Niall by the way." He held out his hand for you to shake. You grabbed hold of his hand.
"I'm Y/n."