One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's A Cop //Liam//

"No. You guys I'm not doing this!" You complain to your friends. They ignored your pleas, handing you a glass to drink.
"Drink up!" They ordered you. You frown and brought the glass to your nose and took a sniff. Alcohol. It wasn't that you were against drinking alcohol, you just weren't in the mood at that exact moment.
"Stop being a prude." Your friend says, drowning a shot of vodka followed by some lemon. You rolled your eyes at her.
"I am not a prude." You pout.
"Prove it." Your friends challenged. You let out a sigh and picked the glass up again. You took a look at your friends and drowned the drink.
"Woohooo!" They cheered pouring you another one. You winced slightly as the alcohol burned its way down your throat.
Within an hour, you, along with your two friends were trashed. You stood up from your friends couch, stumbling into the kitchen.
"What are you looking for?" You turned to your friend.
"Water, I need water." You slurred a bit. Your friend nods and gets some water for you. You gulped it down.
"I should probably get home now." You burped, to which you all started laughing.
"Byeeeeeee." You shout as you walked, well stumbled outside. You held onto your purse as you walked down the block. Not that much people were out since it was so late in the night.
"Whoa." You almost fell over. You regained balanced and tried to sober up. The only thing on your mind was getting home safely. You being drunk would make you an easy target.
"Ma'am?" You blinked your eyes sitting up. 'Where am I' you thought as you sat up rubbing your eyes. You were on a bench? In a park? What?! You stared into the brown eyes of the stranger dressed in a cop uniform. 'I'm in trouble.' You thought to yourself.
"You do realize you fell asleep in a public area at 3am." The cop informed you. You frown, smoothing back your baby hairs into the ponytail you had.
"I'm sorry, I guess I just got tired." You mumbled standing up. This was a bad idea because you went tumbling back down.
"Are you drunk?" You look to the officer, reading his name tag. Liam Payne.
"No." You said quickly. Liam quirked his eyes brows at you and chuckled.
"I can smell the sour sent off alcohol on you." He states making your eyes go wide.
"Now you want to answer again?" He grabs your hand. You stare at him in fear.
"I may have had a bit to drink." You look at the ground feeling guilty.
"It's illegal to be intoxicated in public."
"That's a lie!!" You exclaim.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Am I being detained?" You ask.
"Well no, but-"
"Then there is no need to give you my name." You respond with sass.
He smirks, "I just wanted to know the name of the girl I'll be taking out for dinner."
You let out a laugh.
"Is that how you get girls?"
He blushes, shrugging.
"Am I even in trouble?" He shakes his head no.
"I just needed a reason to talk to you." He admits.
"Wow."

(This was horrible, I don't like how it turned out but i can't be bothered to fix it. The next boys will be better.)