One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's A Cop //Louis//

"Damn it," You yelped when the knife you were cutting with sliced your knuckles. You dropped the knife and rushed to the sink, running the cut under the water. You winced slightly, watching as the clear water mixed with your blood. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your hand, pressing tightly to add pressure.
"This is what I get when I try to cook." You sigh to yourself. You leaned on the counter looking at the clock. Your husband was suppose to be home in about twenty minutes. "Take out won't hurt." You grabbed the phone and dialed the number to the nearest Chinese restaurant. You made a quick order of lo Maine with a side of egg rolls. While waiting for the food to come, you threw out the uncooked meat, contaminated with your blood. Your hand was stinging throughout the entire time you were cleaning.
Ding Dong
You took your wallet with you as you headed to the front door.
"How much?" You asked the delivery man.
"16.80," he told you.
You searched through your wallet, pulling out a twenty dollar bill.
"Keep the change." You smiled to him, taking the bag of food. He bids you a good day and you close the door. You carry the food into the kitchen and unload it. The table was set with some plates and the take out containers. You could hear your stomach growling from the smell of the food.
"Babe, I'm home." Your husband walks into the room, setting down his brief case at the table. You smile and walk over to him, kissing him softly.
"I got us Chinese tonight." You told him. Your husband loosened up his collar, staring down at the table set up.
"Why didn't you cook?" He asks looking at the food in disgust. You look at him confused.
"What? You like Chinese food. Besides I couldn't cook, I cut my hand." You showed him your towel covered hand.
"....So?"
You couldn't believe him right now. You sat down angrily at the table.
"Don't give me an attitude. I work all day long to provide for you. All I want is a home cooked meal when I get home. Is that hard to ask for?" He complains. You took one of the eggs rolls, biting into it.
"You want a home cooked meal, cook it yourself." You chewed the food in your mouth.
"What was that?" You look up at your husband. His eyes were dark, the veins in his tan neck protruding.
"You heard me, I didn't stutter." You finished the egg roll. Your husband marched over to you, yanking you up by your elbow.
"Who are you being disrespectful to?" He growls, spit flying from his mouth landing on your face.
"Let go of me." You said through clenched teeth. He squeezed your arm tighter.
"You will not talk to me in that tone."
"Jack! I'm not playing, let me go." You told him, struggling to break free. Jack pulled his hand back and delivered a smack to your face. You let out a gasp when his hand collided with your face. Tears started to spring in your eyes. You lifted up your leg and kneed him between the legs. Jack doubles over, letting you go. You took that moment to run to the front door. You run outside towards your neighbor's house. You banged on the door frantically.
"Y/n?" Your neighbor opened the door, looking at you concerned. "Is there something wrong?" She ushered you inside. After you explained everything to her, she called the police.
Bang bang bang
"Ma'am, it's the police." Your neighbor got up and went to the door. She opened it, allowing the police officers to walk in. You sat up, wiping your eyes and nose. You didn't want to be seen in that state.
"Are you the victim?" The officer comes to you. You nod your head, watching as he took of his hat. A piece of his hair flew in front of his dazzling blue eyes. He pushed it away and stood in front of you.
"What happened?" He asks you. You began to tell you story. Once you were done, he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Would you like to press charges?" You nod your head yes. That bastard deserved to get booked for placing his hands on you.
"Well, I'm officer Tomlinson. Just ask for me if you want to add anymore statements to the report. We'll keep in touch with you. Stay safe." With that done and said, he walked out with his partner to go arrest your husband.

2 weeks later

You were pushing your grocery cart down the isles of your local grocery. You stopped at the poptarts section.
"Hmmm, what to get?" You mumble to yourself as you scan over all the flavors. Your eyes landed on the cookies and cream flavor.
"Perfect." You smiled going to reach for it, at the same time another hand had reached for it. "I saw it first." You told the person. You turned around, your eyes widened when you saw who it was.
"Tomlinson?"
"Fancy seeing you here. How's everything going?" He walked with you as you shopped for your groceries. When you were done paying, he helped you place everything in the car. "It was nice seeing you." He smiles, closing your trunk. You nod your head twirling your car keys.
"Hey do you want to go get some drinks with me?" He asks you hopefully.
"Of course, but you're paying, Tomlinson."