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


10. Chapter 10.

I groaned and opened my eyes. Great, Zayn’s arms are around my waist and I can’t wiggle out of him.






“Wake up.”


I tried squirming but his arms aren’t moving away.


“5 more minutes. I’m tired.”


“Zayn. Wake up, or I’ll kick you in the balls.”


He groaned, but didn’t wake up; instead he intertwined our legs together so my legs couldn’t move. 


“If you want me to pee here and soak your bed with pee, then I would gladly do it.”


“No. Gross.” He chuckled and let go of me.


I rolled my eyes and dashed to the bathroom.




After I finished taking a bath and brushing my teeth, I went out of the bathroom with a towel around me.


I went into Zayn’s closet and got sweat pants and a shirt. Plain and simple. When I finished putting on my shirt and pants, I looked into the body-length mirror and stared at myself. Wow I look like shit. I sighed and grabbed a comb from the table and started brushing my hair.


After I finished brushing my hair, I heard the bathroom door open to reveal a half-naked Zayn with a towel wrapped around his hips. I stared at him from the mirror and-


“Like what you see?” He wiggled his eyebrows.








“You haven’t answered my question.”




“Who were you with when you went outside to the backyard? And what were you doing there?”


Oh no, not this again. I tried staying calm when I answered him because I have to make him think I trust him so I can escape. Focus Madeline. Stay calm and your plan will work.


“Um, I was with Niall and we were both just laying down on the grass.” I replied awkwardly.


“Oh.” I saw his jaw tense when I said ‘Niall’. Humph. Someone’s jealous. I mentally rolled my eyes.


“Go downstairs and eat. I’ll be down in 5 minutes.” He slightly spat.


Bipolar much?


I secretly rolled my eyes and began walking towards the door.


When I reached the kitchen, I spotted Niall.


“Morning! What do you want to eat?” Wow he’s cheerful.


“Morning. I’ll have an omelet please.”


“Why so upset?”


“Zayn was happy when I woke up and then he started asking me questions, and then I answered. But after I answered them, he looked like he was about to punch a wall.” I rolled my eyes.


“Oh. Wait, you slept with him!?”


Niall started taking out the ingredients and materials for the omelet.


“Yeah, but not in that way. I just slept in the same bed as him.” I scratched my neck and looked around. Awkward.


“Oh, Okay. So, what did he ask you about?”


After he finished cooking my omelet, he put it on a plate and set it in front of me.


 “Thanks. He asked me what I was doing in the backyard last night and who I was with.” I rolled my eyes.


“And what did you answer?”


“I said I was with you.”


“Oh.”  His face is now filled with worry. Why?


“I swear, sometimes he could be so annoying and so bipolar it makes me want to-“


Before I could finish my rant, a voice came from the back.


“Who are you talking about?”


I turned around and saw Zayn with an angry expression. Oh God.


“Um. No one.” I rolled my eyes and went back to taking my last bite of omelet.




I really don’t want to listen to his boring lecture. It’s too early for pointless arguing with this twat.


“I’m leaving.”


I got up from my chair and began walking out of the kitchen. I really don’t know where I’m going but I’ll just take the left side. I began walking until I reached the end of the hall. In the end of the hall, I saw a very big door. Hm, I’ve never gone in here before. So being the curious person I am, I grabbed the door handle and jerked it downwards.


Thankfully, the door’s unlocked. When I stepped inside, my jaw dropped and my eyes widened.


In the middle of the room stood a massive hourglass. The hourglass is strangely working and it’s pouring sand from the top part to the bottom of the hourglass. Oh, and it’s half filled. It was strangely beautiful.


Why would Zayn have this?


“Are you done snooping through my things?”

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