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


11. Chapter 11.

“Are you done snooping through my things?”


Zayn. I gasped and turned around.


“What are you doing here?” He’s expression didn’t show anger, it just shows emptiness. Blank.


“I- Um, nothing.”


He furrowed his eyebrows and took slow steps towards me. I moved back every time he took a step, because I don’t want to be anywhere near this freak.


When I took my 14th step, my back reached the wall and sadly, I couldn’t move back anymore. Zayn took this as an advantage and put his hands beside my head. He smirked and looked down to meet my eyes.


“What are you doing here?” He asked again.


“I was- um, I was looking for my book. I left it here somewhere.” I mentally face-palmed, I’ve never been here and I doubt that Zayn’s going to believe my lie.


“Don’t lie to me Madeline. Tell me why you’re in here.”  


I kept quiet and stared into his eyes.


He sighed and brought his head to the right side of my neck. I flung my hands towards his chest to increase the distance between us because the position we are in is making me really uncomfortable.


“What are you doing?” I harshly whispered


I felt his lips and breath against my neck.


“Are you going to tell me what you were doing in here?”


I kept quite and looked forward.


He sighed again and began planting kisses on my neck.  I tried pushing him away with both of my hands but he won’t budge, instead, he pushed his body more against my mine. I mentally groaned and hoped he would just go away.


Zayn then began sucking on the spot where he planted kisses. I gasped and shut my eyes.



No, actually, Zayn don’t stop. I love this.


Wait, Madeline, don’t think that.


It felt good but it felt so wrong in the same time.


I can feel my heart thumping out of my chest. I looked up at the ceiling trying to calm myself but instead, I closed my eyes and let out a small moan. Damn.  


“Z-Za- Zayn, S-Stop” I stuttered.


He stopped and chuckled.


“Tell me what you were doing here.”


“Fine, I didn’t know where I was going, and I found a door and it got me curious so I opened it and here I am now.”


Okay, now that I’ve said it out loud, that was a really stupid reason. And why didn’t I want to tell him in the first place. Wow, I am stupid.


“Why do you even have an hourglass here?”


I suddenly blurt out.


He stood up straight and looked to where the hourglass is, his jaw tensed and he looked back down at me.


“It’s none of your business.” He spat.


“Why can’t I know? I’m going to stay here for the rest of my live anyways. You might as well tell me because I’m going to find out sooner or later.” I rolled my eyes.


“It’s none of your fucking business!” He screamed at me and walked out of the room.



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