One Direction and Zayn Mailk Preferencesツ

Because we like to party (NIALL)

Don’t look now, but…”

You rolled your eyes, because damn it, you hated it when people told you that. [Y/F/N] laughs, and grabs a hold of your wrist.

“Niall’s here.” She grins, shaking your wrist gently.

A blush immediately spread across your cheeks. The last time you saw him was when you woke up from a dreadful headache, and you barely had time to say hello before you were scrambling to the bathroom to puke your brains out. He held your hair back the whole time, rubbing your back when your body was shaking from your dry heaving. He even took you home since Louis - your DD for the night – left you to Niall’s care (you were torn whether to be angry that he ditched you or satisfied that your best friend has found such an awesome guy that put her first). And when you thought that you could finally crawl into bed and bawl your eyes out because of how much of an ugly, hot mess you were that night, he comes back, breakfast in hand…Regardless of the fact that it was literally three in the morning.

He was witty, albeit silly at times… But god, after having a chance to really get to know Niall, you only needed one word to describe him: personable. He kept the conversation going, cracking jokes or telling you stories about him and the boys (including some juicy details about Louis that you knew you could blackmail him for later). He entertained you the whole morning until he had to leave at noon for a recording.

You could still clearly remember it. You were walking him to the door, slowly walking behind him, carefully watching him as he puts his snapback back on his head. He smiles, twirling his keys in his hands as you stood in front of him smiling like a doofus. You say goodbye, and his smile broadens, his arms reaching out to pull you into a big hug. You felt his chin rest on top of your head, and you hear him say that he had a fun time. And after a quick squeeze, he leaves.

That was when your puppy crush with Niall developed.

You bring your cup to your lips, taking a sip of the beer inside, trying to playing it cool. You haven’t spoken or seen Niall since that fateful night a week ago, and somehow, you felt nervous. Figures that the next time you would see him was at another party. As a matter of a fact, it was a Halloween party, hosted by Louis and [Y/F/N].

“You guys are totally matching!” your friend gasps, her grip on your wrist tightening. “Niall’s a cop!” she continues excitedly.

You bite the rim of your cup, and quickly scanned the room, breath hitching when you laid your eyes on Niall.

He was wearing a traditional police uniform, the first two buttons undone to reveal his chest. He wore a police hat, and his blonde hair, which was left untouched by hair products, fell nicely across his forehead. But what really caught your eyes were, fuck, the pink fuzzy handcuffsattached to his belt.

He must have felt your eyes on him, because he chose that exact moment to turn away from Louis, catching your gaze. He smiles and then he leans forward, saying something to Louis and clapping his back before he started to make his way towards you.

[Y/F/N] decided to be especially bright today because she lets go of you, giggling. “Well, that’s my cue to leave.” She wiggles her eyebrow at you, and for a split second, you immediately regret telling her your little crush on the Irishman.

“Don’t you dare- ” you start, grabbing her arm, but she manages to wiggle out of your grip.

Aw, fuck.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Niall teased, eyebrow cocked as his eyes boldly runs up and down your body.

You push back the urge to pull down the hem of your black and white striped dress. Like [Y/F/N] said, you two were a perfect match. You were a ‘robber’. The tight fitting dress hugged your curves nicely, and the heart cutout in your chest accentuated your girls. And judging by Niall’s lingering gaze, he liked them. A lot.