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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4. Chapter 4.

A/N: Hey guys. I recently made a trailer for this fanfic. I would really appreciate it if you guys watched it and comment what you think about it. (The trailer is either on the side or the comments down below)

*Madeline’s POV*

 

Actually, Zayn isn’t as bad as you think he is. He can be pretty sweet, and I’m surprised, I thought he would be the type of person who would beat the shit out of you for no apparent reason, because well, because he is a criminal.

 

But he’s nothing like that. Then again, this is just the first day with him, he might be covering everything. What if he’s going to kill me tomorrow?

 

Madeline, you’re so stupid, of course he’s going to kill you, because, number one, he’s a criminal and number two, why would he be kind to you? You’re like any other human being on this planet. Except for the fact that you lost your dad when you were little and now, your mom is an alcoholic. But that doesn’t really matter because you live with my best friend now. But the point is, Madeline, you’re in danger because you’ve technically been kidnapped by one of the most dangerous people out there and right now, you’re fucked. I groaned and mentally slap myself. 

 

Now that I’ve done my really stupid thinking, I really want to get out of this hellhole. Maybe I’ll try escaping tonight. I mean he’s given me a tour of this house and I know where the exit is.

 

After 3 minutes of walking, we reached the roof and it was absolutely beautiful. The view from up here is really pretty; you can actually see the stars and the moon clearly.

 

There was a small table in the middle of the floor. And I’m guessing we’re going to have a candle lit dinner under the stars tonight.

 

“Do you like the food?”

 

“Uh, yeah” I said unsure. The food is really good, but I really don’t want to talk to him at the moment. I just have a lot in mind.

 

He nodded and went back to eating.

 

•••••••••

 

After finishing my food, Zayn asked if I wanted some dessert and I declined because I really was full and tired. I went back to my room and lay on my bed.

 

I asked Zayn if I could have my own bedroom because I was uncomfortable with sleeping with him. Fortunately, he agreed and I got a room beside his. I slowly began to sleep by just basically thinking about these past 2 days. I’m so fucked.

 

I woke up at exactly 12am and thought of my escaping plan. It’s in the middle of the night and I doubt that Zayn is awake, so this just makes my escape a lot easier.

 

I tiptoed out the door and to the first floor. So far so good. It wasn’t really dark because there were lights around the house. It took me around 5 minutes to walk towards the door because I needed to be as quiet as possible. The second my finger touched the door handle, a loud alarm went off, I panicked and tried to yank the door open, but no luck because it was locked. Urgh, stupid Madeline.

 

After a few minutes of trying the alarm was turned off and instead, I heard a deep chuckle from the back. I swallowed hard and turned around. Zayn.

 

“Trying to escape huh?”

 

“Yes. Of course, no fucking shit. I really want to leave this hellhole.” I spat.

 

He walked towards me with an angry face and I remained brave.

 

When he reached me, he balled his fist. I closed my eyes ready for the punch but instead, I heard a loud bang, I looked to my left and found Zayn’s fists on the wall a few centimeters away from my head.

 

“You fucking missed.” I spat.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I try my best to be really patient and you try to fucking run away? You should be thankful that I haven’t killed you yet, because normally, I would just grab my gun and fucking shoot you in the head.” He shouted.

 

By now, tears were streaming down my face and I really wished I would just end my life here and now.

 

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand with his huge hands, he was literally grabbing my wrists too tight and it felt like my blood stopped flowing.

 

“Ouch, Zayn stop it, you’re hurting me” I whimpered

 

But he ignored me and continued to drag me down the hall.

 

We reached one of the wooden doors that look quite abandoned. He then reached inside his pockets, and held up a key. He inserted the key in the hole and unlocked it.

 

When the door opened, I couldn’t see much because it was really dim. He pushed me inside the room and I fell. Now, normally I would fall down the ground or hard wooden floor, but no, I feel rolling down on stairs. I fell down the stairs and when I reached the bottom ground, I whimpered because my arms really hurt. I cursed under my breath because I’m not dead yet. Yeah, I would rather die than do anything with the devil, Zayn.

I tried standing up but I failed, I tried again, but was grabbed by Zayn’s strong arms. He grabbed my forearm and dragged me to one of the walls. He reached for something above me and I heard some rattling. It sounded like chains, I gasped and tried crawling away but Zayn grabbed my ankle, making me fall and he yanked me towards him.

 

“When will you learn that you’ll never escape me?” He chuckled.

 

“Fuck you.” I whispered.

 

He grabbed my right wrist and put it above my head and I felt a cold metal wrapping around my skin and then I heard a clicking sound. I looked up but whimpered because my neck really hurts from the stairs falling. I saw my hand being cuffed above my head. I began to cry uncontrollably.

 

“Zayn! Please let me go, I’ll do anything!” I cried.

 

“No.” He spat.

 

He squatted in front of me and lifted my head with his index finger.

 

“I’m going to make you suffer.”

 

He stood up and spat on me.

 

 

I cried silently and when I looked up, he was gone.

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