Out of Time (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

“Sometimes I feel like I was mistaken, you must be an angel. Sit down and teach me what life is all about. I see myself changing no longer a stranger; you gave me a reason to never die. You are my only hope…”

Zayn Malik.

One afternoon, one homeless person and one mistake he did changed his life forever.


Because he’s cursed. Cursed to live forever.

The only way to lift the curse is to receive a kiss and to be loved back by a girl who he’ll fall in love with. But it wouldn’t be so easy if he were a wanted criminal. Right?

Tick tock, time is running out. He only has a limited amount of time left and if he’s not able to lift the curse before time runs out, the curse stays with him forever.

“Love isn't easy, but it must be fought for. Because once you find it, it can never be replaced.”

{Note/Warning: There will be some abusive and sexual contents in this story. Zayn Malik is NOT harmful in anyway possible in real lif


15. Chapter 15.

No, No. This isn't happening. I am not having feelings for Zayn. I don't want to, and I do not plan on having any feelings for him. 


I sighed and looked at the man in pain, leaning against the tree in front of me. 


"Zayn, we have to take you back to your house. You're bleeding way too much!" I shrieked. 


"Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine. Don't worry." 


What do you mean he'll be fine? He just got shot and now he's bleeding non-stop. 


I walked towards him and tried to help him straighten-up. When I succeeded on helping him stand up properly, I took a step and tried walking while Zayn somewhat, clung onto me.




After an hour of walking, Zayn for some reason, didn’t look dead, he looks okay actually. And for some strange reason, his bleeding stopped too? How?


“Uh, Zayn, are you okay?”


“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine.” He replied.


Right now, he was walking on his own and he’s actually faster than me. How is this even happening? It’s like he’s not even human. Likem aren’t humans supposed to get weaker and weaker when they get shot and lose a lot of amount of blood?


“We’re almost home.” He looked down at me and smile.


I nodded and continued walking.




When we arrived at Zayn’s house, I helped him to his room and lay him down on the bed.

“I’ll get you some water.”


He nodded and I went out of his room and into the kitcken.


“Hey, Madeline. What’s up?”

“Hey, Niall. Zayn got shot and he lost a lot of amount of blood. But it looks like he’s okay now. Like, isn’t he supposed to faint by now?” I questioned him.


“Oh, nah, he’ll be okay. He heals fast.” He shrugged.


I put a questioning look on my face and he suddenly widened his eyes, like he just realized he said something wrong.


“Uh, gotta go Madeline!” He hurriedly said and ran off somewhere.


What’s that all about?


I shrugged it off and got Zayn a glass of water.


When I got Zayn a glass of warm water, I went up the stairs and went inside his room to find him playing with a necklace. His head shot up to my direction and he hid the necklace under the pillow. I raised my eyebrow up and walked towards him.


“Here’s your water.” I said to him.


“Thanks.” He smiled, drank the water and set it on the nightstand.


“Hey Zayn, can I ask you something?”


“Sure.” He was hesitant about his answer, but did that nod that signaled me to go on.


“What do you mean when you said you heal fast anyways?”


His eyes widened and he suddenly looked around.


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