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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7. Chapter 7.

 

 

I have been running around and opened almost every door for half an hour just to find Madeline. I was about to walk out the door to search for her around the forest, when I heard a loud crash in the right side of the hallway. I widened my eyes and quickly darted to the source of the crash.

 

It was the library; the source of the crash was from the library. I quickly opened the door and looked around the enormous room. I remembered the day Madeline and I stayed in the library for hours, and thankfully, I also remembered the sofa we sat on. I quickly ran to the place we spent hours at and fortunately, Madeline was there.

 

I sighed in relief and walked towards her. She quickly noticed my presence and stood up from the couch. I took a step forward and she quickly widened her eyes, dropped the book and took a step backward while I stepped forward. I was about to say something but she stepped backwards, and because of the couch blocking her from moving backwards, she stumbled and fell on the couch. I chuckled and walked towards the couch while Madeline was having a bit of trouble trying to get up. I towered over her

 

“Need some help, love?”

 

“Um, no.” She whispered.

 

She quickly pushed herself up and sat on the corner of the couch and stared at me.

 

I sighed and stood in front of her. Wow, this is really awkward, without thinking, I sat down in front of her, crossing my legs.

 

“Sit down, here. Beside me.” I patted the spot beside me.

 

*Madeline’s POV*

 

I obeyed him as I sat on the carpeted floor. I was scared of him, yeah, but I need to listen to him if I wanted to keep myself alive. Because, I know, that Zayn will be mad at me if I don’t listen to him. Okay, now that I’ve thought of it, he’s really a controlling type.

 

Zayn moved in front of me, so we’re now facing each other beside the couch. I realized our legs were touching and it’s really too close for my liking, so I dragged myself backwards. I heard Zayn sighed and he eventually moved forwards, so our legs were touching again. When I was about to drag myself backwards again, I felt Zayn grabbing my hand.

 

“Madeline. Please stop moving.”

 

I sighed and nodded.

 

“Why are you always moving away from me?”

 

I shrugged and faced the window above the couch.

 

“Madeline, look at me.”

 

I ignored him and looked down to my crossed legs and began fiddling with my thumbs. I seriously felt so afraid and uncomfortable, but most of all, I felt so pissed off. Why? Because first of, Zayn was beating me up for 2 whole days and he’s acting as if it didn’t even happen. How am I supposed to feel comfortable and ‘not scared’ around him, if he’s the type of person who would beat the shit out of you when you make one simple mistake? And second of all, he’s expecting me to forgive him just like that and he actually thinks that I’m okay with him beating me up. Unbelievable.

 

I felt a finger lifting my head up on my chin; it was Zayn. My eyes moved from my hands to his face. To be honest, he’s actually a good-looking man. Brown eyes, a jaw-line that fractures his face perfectly, and beautiful brown eyes. I shifted my eyes towards his muscles. Damn. It’s huge. Zayn looks like those typical school bad boys. I would actually like him if he isn’t a criminal or if he didn’t beat me up.

 

“Enjoy checking me out huh?”

 

I blushed and hid my face with my hair. Gosh, this is so embarrassing.

 

“No. What are you doing here, anyways?” I whispered.

 

“What am I doing here? Well, this IS my house.” I chuckled.

 

“But to answer your question;I went downstairs to get you some water, but when I went back up to my room, I couldn’t find you. So, I literally searched the whole house for you, and was about to go out of the house to find you, because I thought you ran out of the house. But when I heard the loud crash coming from the library, I ran here to see if you were here”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Madeline, I really am sorry for the way I treated you these past days. I was a total jerk to you. I didn’t really have my mind in the right place yesterday-“ He paused, obviously referring to the time when he was kicking and punching me. “- and I hope we could start over. And forget about the events that happened these past days.” He paused again. Probably thinking on what to say. But whatever he’s going to say, I’m never going to forgive him, and I can’t just ‘forget’ about what happened yesterday, I mean, I still could feel the punches and kicks around my body. It’s like stuck on my mind. I nodded, signaling for him to continue “- I know that we didn’t really meet properly and I think that we should get to know each other, you know, because you’re going to stay here, for quite sometime” He chuckled nervously.

 

My heart dropped down to my stomach. I just remembered that he’s keeping me in this house forever. I wanted to cry so badly right now, but I have to stay strong and pretend that everything’s going to be okay.

 

 I stared at his face with a blank expression.

 

“Please say something.” He begged. I can see the desperation in his eyes.

 

“Okay. I- I forgive you.” I mentally slapped myself for saying that. Why did I forgive him? I mentally let out a frustrated sigh.

 

“Thanks.” He smiled. It was actually the first time to see Zayn smile. It was quite cute.

 

“What’s cute?”

 

Shit, did I just say that out loud?

 

“Wait, what did I say?”

 

“You said ‘aww, that’s cute’” He raised an eyebrow up.

 

“Um, I-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence.

 

I could feel a blush creeping on my cheeks. So I grabbed the book that I dropped earlier and covered my face with it. I was biting my lip to stop myself from giggling.

 

“Don’t be shy.” Zayn chuckled and pulled down the book.

 

Next thing I know is that, Zayn was carrying me to the couch. So, Zayn is basically sitting on the couch, while I was lying down on his lap. I put on a questioning face, what the hell was he doing. Did he not know that I am so uncomfortable right now?

 

“What were you reading?”

 

He picked the book up from the ground and began to look at the cover, then at the description. He then looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

 

“The Dark Heroine. A romantic vampire book, I see.” He chuckled.

 

“What? I actually like vampires.” I playfully rolled my eyes.

 

“Do you read a lot of romantic novels?”

 

“Yeah, how do you know?”

 

“Well, the last time you were in this library, I saw you reading ‘Beautiful disaster’ and it’s a romantic book. And here you are again, reading another romantic story.”

 

“Well, yeah, I love those romantic stories because I really want to experience what’s it like to love somebody. Before I-“ I paused for moment thinking of the right words to say because if I say something wrong, I’m afraid that Zayn would just explode and he’ll start to abuse me again. “- arrived here, I was planning on graduating from college, then I wanted to find someone who I’ll be married to someday and then have kids. But-“ I didn’t want to continue anymore, so I shrugged and looked back at his eyes.

 

His eyes are filled with so many emotions. But one thing I could clearly see is sadness.

 

Sadness in his eyes.

 

But why?

 

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