One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's A Cop //Zayn//

You were walking home from a long night out with your friends. You weren't drunk, just a bit tipsy. You got to your apartment building and punched in the code. You walked through the doors, heading towards the elevator. You pressed the button, waiting for that annoying ding. When the elevator arrived you dragged your self inside. You leaned on the wall, pressing your floor number. You closed your eyes for a second, jumping then the doors sprung open on your floor. With a sigh you walked all the way to the end of the hall to your apartment. You searched your purse for your keys. Once you got it, you went to place it in the key hole. To your surprise the door was already opened. That's strange, you made sure your door was locked when you left. Cautiously, you stepped inside the apartment. You flicked on the light, your eyes widen in horror. You were robbed! You rushed to your bedroom, it was a mess. Everything was turned over, the draws opened and dumped out.
"Why would someone do this?" You thought as you looked around the place. All of your valuable items were gone, every single one of them. You grabbed your cellphone dialing 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
You ran a hand over your face.
"Yes, hello? I've been robbed." You explained to the operator how you found your apartment.
"We'll send an officer to you. He should be there in 3 minutes." She told you. You nod your head taking a seat on the couch. Like she had said, a few minutes later you heard a knock at your door. You got up and walked over to the door. You looked through the peep hole and saw the cop standing there. You opened the door.
"You called the cops?" He asked you. You nod your head stupidly, distracted by his beauty. He walks in, looking around the place. He pulls out a notepad and writes a few things down. "Anything of value taken?" He asks you, his brown eyes with hazel flecks sparkling. You told him the list of things that were taken from you.
"And you found the door ajar?" He questions to which you nod your head yes. You looked at his name plate on his jacket. Deputy Zayn Malik. You smiled a bit at his name. "Do you have a place to stay for tonight? It would be best if you didn't sleep here so we can investigate." He instructs you. You nod grabbing your cellphone again.
"I can stay with a friend." You told him. He smiles at you.
"Good, I'll contact you when we find something." When he left, you packed up a bag and rushed outside to catch a cab. On the cab ride you thought about the cop. He was really cute. His voice made you feel like putty and his eyes were amazing. The cab pulled up in front of your friends place.
"Thank you." You paid the cab driver and got out with your bag.
Inside your friend's place you were filling her in on Zayn.
"Let me tell you girl, he was fineeeeee." You gushed taking a sip of your wine. Your friend laughed at you.
"Did you get his number?" She asked. You shook your head no. She hit your arm.
"Why not?" She asks. You shrug finishing the drink in your hand.
" The time was not right." You told her. She rolled her eyes at you.
"Anytime is the right time." She stuck her tongue out at you.
"Oh shut up-" you were interrupted by your phone ringing. You answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi is this y/n?"
"Yes, this is she, how can I help you?"
The person chuckled, "it's me, Zayn, the cop from earlier..." You eyes widened and you sat up straighter. You cleared your throat.
"Oh yes, um did you find anything?" You asked, smiling a bit.
"Yes, we actually found all of your things. The person didn't get too far from your apartment. Our guess was that at the time you came home, you scared off the robber." He tells you. "Where can we meet so I can give you your things?" You told him your friends address.
"See you then." He says.
"Yeah." Once he had hung up, you turned to your friend. "How do I look?" You asked. She gave you two thumbs up. You stood up and smoothed out your outfit. You walked to the hall to glance at yourself in the mirror. Satisfied with how you looked you walked back to the living room.
"You're hyped as hell." Your friend laughs. You flick her off and walk to the window.
You see his cruiser pull up.
"Oh Gosh, he's here!" You jump up and down. "Should I go to him or wait from him to buzz the bell?" You asked your friend.
"Go to him." You nod and run out the room. You rush to the elevator and press the button. Once it came, you got in and pressed the main floor. The moment you got on the main floor, Zayn was walking into the building. You smiled and walked to him.
"Hey, how'd you know I was here?" He grins, holding a box which you were guessing housed your things.
"I saw your cruiser," you admitted. Your hands were starting to sweat. You discreetly wiped them on the fabric of your dress.
"Well here is all your things. " He offers you the box. You take it from him.
"Thanks." He nods licking his lips.
"Are you busy this weekend?" He suddenly asks.
"Maybe.." You smile.
He chuckles. "Maybe? Well I'm taking that as a no, you aren't busy." You stare up at him.
"Why?"
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
You were doing a happy dance internally.
"I'd love to."