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…”

Alone.
Dangerous.
Killer.
Criminal.
Handsome.
Cursed.
Zayn Malik.

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

Why?

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

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19. Chapter 19.

A/N: Hey guys, uhm, I hope you remember the part where the Unknown guy was talking, (Chapter 13), because he’ll (kind of) show up in this chapter. So, if you forgot, I suggest you re-read Chapter 13, but the ending part. Haha Sorry.

 

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We both turned to the source of the sound and I gasped. Zayn? Oh shit.

“Hey, What’s up Madeline? Surprised to see me?” He deeply chuckled.

I kept quiet and I stood immobilized in front of him. Niall’s face is in pure shock and he’s basically just staring at him, as if he just killed someone.

“Come on guys, speak up.” He smirked.

We both kept quiet and I kept my gaze behind Zayn’s shoulder.

“Are you mad at us?” I whispered.

“Mad? Of course not.”

For a second I felt a tad bit less tense, but I soon realized the sarcasm that poured out of his mouth.

“I’m furious.” He gritted.

Zayn stepped forward and grabbed my arm, I jerked my arm back, but he was too strong.

“Let go.”

He glared at me and started dragging me with him. Niall then joined and grabbed my other arm.

“Let her go, Zayn.”

Zayn stopped dragging me, but he kept his hold on my arm. He turned around and growled.

“Niall, I suggest you fuck off. I don’t want you anywhere near her. Understood?”

Niall didn’t move an inch, he just kept his glare at Zayn. Zayn smirked and started dragging me with him again.

“Zayn stop it.” I tried to get out of Zayn’s hold, but he was too strong. Never mind about the time where I said I’m starting to develop feelings for him, I hate him. 

Zayn abruptly stopped and opened the door to the house. He pushed me inside and locked the door. I tried running upstairs, but Zayn was quick to catch me. He gripped my wrist and started dragging me up the stairs, I was hoping we would go to my room, but nope, instead, we’re on the way to his room. Damn.

He opened his room and pushed me inside. Can he please stop pushing me, it’s getting really annoying.

“What do you want, Zayn?” I asked.

He glared at me and pointed at the bed, signaling for me to sit down on the bed. I sighed and obeyed his orders, not wanting him to be more pissed than he already is.

He walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.

“Madeline.”

I hesitated, but looked up at him.

“I’m just going to be really honest with you, I really am trying to build our friendship, I’m trying to do my part, but if you can’t or won’t even trust me, or want me to help you, then it’s pretty difficult for me. I’ve tried to keep calm and just act normal around you, but you just ignore my existence and focus on that annoying little twat, Niall. I don’t understand why you’re so afraid of me? I’m sorry about the time where I locked you up down there. I wasn’t thinking straight, really, I wasn’t. Please Madeline, at least acknowledge my existence. ”

I stared at him, confused. I thought he was mad at me? Wait, what does he mean by ‘just act normal around you’? What’s that supposed to mean?

“Say something, Madeline.” He finally looked at up from his hands.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” He sounded confused.

“I just- I- It’s not an everyday thing that you get dragged by some random dangerous guy, and then the next thing you know, he tells you that you have to stay here-“

“You think I’m dangerous?” He whispered.

I looked up at him and I found sadness in his eyes.

“I- Well, I’ve heard some stories from other people in the city.”

“Well, not all stories are true.” He whispered.

I kept quiet and looked down at my hands. A few days ago, I did say that being with Zayn is not that bad, well, I’ve got to be honest, it’s not. But he just scares me sometimes, and sometimes I just feel more comfortable with Niall, because he was the first person to at least, treat me like a human being in this house. But Zayn, yeah I’m trying to trust him, well, not really. It’s pretty difficult for me to stop replaying the torturing scenes he did to me a few days back. Wait, how many days have I stayed here?

“How many days have I stayed here?” I asked with full confusion in my voice.

“A week and 3 days.” He answered.

Wow that long? A lot of things have happened while I was here, I even forgot to keep track of time.

“Oh.”

“You know, you could’ve just asked me if you wanted to go out of this house. I wouldn’t get mad if you asked. But instead, you sneaked behind my back and went out.” He sneaked a glance at me.

I kept quiet again and looked down at my lap, I have nothing to say.

“Madeline, I’m not upset, it’s just that, I felt as if you don’t like my presence.” He said.

“Oh, you sure?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’m not upset.” He smiled at me, though it seems like his smile was forced and I know his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? It’s already late.”

“Yeah okay.” I whispered. I walked towards the door and reached for the handle.

“Good night, Zayn.”

“Night.” He replied back.

 

•Unknown’s POV•

Well, it looks like both of my men failed at their simple job; to get Zayn’s girl. How hard is that? I dialed one of my trustworthy men and he picks up at the first beep.

“Yes sir?”

“How’s the girl doing?”

“She’s with Zayn right now, they’re in his room together.”

Hmm, maybe if I give them time, they’ll be all over each other in a few weeks, that way, I could break them easily. I could torture the girl in front of Zayn.

“You know what, change of plans, I want Zayn and the girl to be all over of each other. So forget what I said about interfering with their little picture. When the time is right, we will break them.” I evilly laughed.

“Yes sir, anything else?”

“No, just, continue doing on whatever it is you’re doing. Keep it up, Horan.”  

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