Trading Boxing Gloves For Love! (A Niall Horan Love Story Interracial)

I'M BLOWIN' IT UP

Evie's POV

3 hours until we were off to go see the Mayweather vs Canelo fight. I am so excited. I was sitting at my make up table finishing up. I had applied a little mascara, eye liner and a hint of eye shadow. I really don't wear concealer and cover ups like Bella does, because I like to go all natural. The sun was shining in my room and it hit my skin perfectly. I loved the way it made my brown skin look a lot richer and brighter.

On to my hair. I had bumped it up and let the rest flow freely down my back. I clipped a little black bow on the side and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I love the way my hair matched my eyes both dark brown. When we were little Zayn used to call me the caramel skinned girl with the coco eyes. I couldn't help but to laugh at that memory. I was about to get dressed but I needed some music. So I turned on 'Brown Sugar' by D'Angelo. That was my favorite song. Zayn used to sing it to me since he grew up listening to R&B and HipHop.

When he sang it it gave me the chills. He was a great singer.

I walked over to my closet and picked out a pair of pink leopard printed pants, a black tank top with 'Young & Reckless' in pink graffiti written on it. I slipped on my outfit and looked at myself in my mirror. I let out a sigh and sat on my bed.

I was about to grab my phone but there was a knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled. In comes the blonde Irish lad. "Hi Evie! Your dad let me in." He said shyly. He was so adorable when he was blushing. I think he has a little crush on me, but hey I don't mind he's cute. "Come on in. Sit!" I said motioning him to sit on the bed. This dude was blushing up a storm here. His face was redder than an apple. He was biting his lips. That's when I knew that he was a little nervous around me.

"Niall are you ok?" I giggled. "Yeah I'm fine!"(Lie) He replied. "Are you sure because your face is turning red!" I said quietly laughing. "Y-yeah I'm f-fine it's j-just.....Hot in here."(Lie) He stuttered. He was too cute. I just want to wrap him in a hug.

I looked at my clock to see that we have two and a half hours left.

I looked at Niall's hair to see that it was fading back to brown. "Hey can I touch up your hair?" I asked out of boredom. He looked at me with shy eyes and nodded. "Niall why are you so shy around me?"

He gulped and said, "Because I'm not so good around girls." I smiled and walked over to my cupboard and pulled out a box of blonde hair dye. "Why do you have blonde hair dye?" He asked looking at me with confusion written all over his face. "I was gonna prank Zayn by putting a blonde streak in his hair but it can wait." I said motioning him to sit infront of my mirror. I pulled out my comb and ran it through his hair which was so soft. I opened the box and mixed up the solution. I slipped on the gloves and applied it to the tips of his hair. It's gonna be so cute. I thought to myself. I was almost done when I was certain that I heard a tiny moan coming from Niall. I didn't want to say anything and I didn't. I mean when someone is playing with my hair that's the best feeling in the world to me. I just giggled a little.

"Ok you want me to help you wash it out or do you got it?" I asked looking at his reflection. "Help me please!" He smiled. I nodded and walked him to the bathroom I grabbed a chair and leaned it up against the sink. He sat down and put his head underneath the faucet. I began to massage the dye in and I could see the bliss in his face as he closed his eyes. I smiled and bit my lip to keep from laughing.

I reached up to get the color stay treatment and massaged in his hair. When I looked at his face his eyes were looking straight into mine.

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked smirking. "No like I said before, You just have beautiful eyes!" He said smiling at me. "Yeah brown eyes are so boring and plain, unlike yours!" I say turning off the water and wrapping his hair in a towel. I was about to walk out when he grabbed my hand. I instantly felt a chain of Sparks shoot up my arm. I gasped as his hand caressed mine rubbing soothing circles on my knuckles. He pulled me in close that our chests were touching.