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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5. Chapter 5.

 

 

“Wake up you little bitch!” He screamed while kicking my stomach.

 

I whimpered as I clutched my stomach from the kicking Zayn gave me.

 

“I’m up! I’m up!” I screamed.

 

“Good.”

 

I then saw him walk up to the other side of the room and he took out something. I couldn’t really see what he took because it was really dark in the other side of the room.

 

He walked closer to me and I realized he was holding a handkerchief. But for what? He smirked at me and bent down so he was the same height level as I am. He put both of his hands on my head and made an attempt to tie the handkerchief around my head, but I reacted fast and jerked my head to the right and he dropped the handkerchief.

 

I screamed and moved my head and body around and whimpering every now and then because my body felt like it was breaking apart. But before I could move my head to the side again, I felt a hand slap my right cheek and I stopped moving to find a very angry Zayn.

 

“Will you stop moving?” He screamed.

 

He then grabbed my head with force and successfully tied the handkerchief around my head. I couldn’t see anything because my eyes were literally covered by the piece of cloth. I sighed.

 

Zayn suddenly pulled my hair back so my head was facing the ceiling. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. Even though I couldn’t really see anything, I knew that his head was dangerously close to mine.

 

“You’ve been a really bad girl Ms. Brooks, and bad girls need to be punished. Am I right?” He whispered against my ear. I whimpered and shook my head furiously.

 

He chuckled deeply before he slapped my face again and the slap was so hard that it made me fall to the ground. I started crying, but it felt uncomfortable because it was soaking up the cloth around my head, but I couldn’t really control my tears right now, and it’s not a thing I should worry most about. What I’m worried about now, no, rephrase that, what I’m scared about now, is Zayn. I’m stuck with a monster in this small room and there’s nobody in here to save me.

 

After his little ‘beating me up’ session was done, he still didn’t untie the handkerchief around my head, but that didn’t matter because, I really didn’t want to see what my body looks like. But without taking a look at it, I knew that it’s covered with a lot of bruises and marks, and blood, probably.

 

He then stood up and I felt like something was thrown at me. I tried reaching for it with my left hand, since my right hand was cuffed above me. When I felt like I touched something, I grabbed it.

 

“It’s bread. Eat it” He spat.

 

I sniffled “Why are you doing this to me?”

 

“Because-“ Before he finished his sentence, I heard the door close and a clicking sound, meaning he went out of this room and locked it.

 

I cried softly and took a bite of the bread he gave me.

 

Yuck, it’s rotten. I whimpered and put the bread on the ground.

 

I really wish I could just starve to death right now, because all there is in my mind is death.

 

•••••••••

 

Today was a really suffering day, Zayn would just come in this room to beat the shit out of me and throw me some rotten food and leave. Hasn’t he done enough? I mean, I literally coughed out a lot of amount of blood today and I could feel my limbs breaking apart.

 

Judging by Zayn’s actions today, this proves that he is a heartless monster. He’s capable of doing things that’ll torture you so bad till the point that you just want to die. That’s how I feel right now. How could anyone be this heartless? I’m just an 18 year old girl trying to have a bright future; Ever since I moved to London, my goals were to graduate college then try find a decent boyfriend, then we’ll get married and have kids. Simple as that. But that plan was scratched out of my life and now, I got kidnapped by criminal and right now, I’m stuck in this room being tortured. Wow, I didn’t see that part coming. Why must my life be so complicated? And most importantly, Why me?

 

I kept replaying the scenes of Zayn throwing punches and kicks at me and it just makes everything worse. The memories kept flowing back into my mind and I just can’t get it off my mind, it’s like it’s burnt into my brain, my memory. I silently cried again, probably for the hundredth time today and then I suddenly felt dizzy, like everything is spinning.  Then I started coughing and coughing and all of a sudden, I blacked out.

 

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