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


16. Chapter 16.

Chapter 16.


“Uh, why’d you ask?” He nervously said.


“Because you said it a few hours ago.”


“Oh, I um, probably said it without me realizing?”


“Okay, but why aren’t you unconscious? Aren’t you supposed to get weaker when you get shot?”


I know people are hiding so many things from me in this house and I will find out no matter what.


“Well, I am tired and weak right now.” He faked smiled.


“Mhm, why is your wound not visible anymore?” I challenged him.


“Uh, It is. You just can’t see it because it’s covered by my shirt.” He stuttered.


“Okay, take off your shirt then.”


“Woah, getting kinky are we now?” He winked.


“No.” I grunted and jumped on him, so I was straddling him. I made an attempt to lift up his shirt but failed because he grabbed my hand and somehow flipped us over so he was on top while using his arms to support his weight and I was below him.


“Stop.” He sternly said.


“I just want to see your wound.”


“No.” He plainly said.


“Okay, then how are you supporting your weight with your arms? It’s impossible for you to support your weight like that because you just got shot an hour ago or so.”


“Uh, I told you, I’m okay now, so I regained my energy.” He nervously chuckled. I’m not giving up until he spills all the beans.


“No, that’s impossible just about 10 minutes ago, you said that you were weak and tired. Stop lying to me. Just tell me what the hell is going on, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. I’m stuck here forever anyways.” I rolled my eyes.


“No, I don’t care about everybody knowing my secret, I’m just scared that you’ll- Uh, never mind.”


“What secret?”




“Zayn, Stop hiding things from me.”


“I’m not hiding anything from you.”


“Then tell me what you meant by ‘I heal fast anyways’?”


“I never said that.” He plainly said again.


“Stop it! I know you said it!” I screamed at him.


I looked up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows.


“Just tell me what’s going on. Please.” I whispered.


He sighed and got off of me. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down with his hands covering his face. I followed him, but I got off the bed and stood in front of him.


“I- I can’t.”  He whispered.


“Why not?” I asked him. I kneeled down and faced him.


“Because, I just can’t! Okay?” He’s voice got a bit louder this time.


“Why can’t you tell me? It’s not like it’s going to harm the both of us or anything!” I screamed at him.


“It’s not! But it’ll change the way you see me! They way you look at me!” He screamed back at me.


I stared at him wide-eyed scared he’ll beat me up again. Instead, I leaned forward and hugged him. I don’t even know why.





Before he could finish what he wanted to say, someone barged in the room, which made Zayn and I let go of each other. We both looked to the direction to find Niall standing there with an angry face. 


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