Hannah is not your average 20 year old. She has long brown hair with bright green eyes and is extremely short. Like 4' 11" short. She is a shopacholic Instigram famous and lives with her parents but her parents don't like who she has become and decide to send her to the Renaissance Faire while it is in town. She is forced to stay with her mom's friends son, Zayn, and work at his shop at the faire.


12. Chapter 12

I decided that I was tired enough for one day and told Zayn I was going to go to bed. He just sighed and said okay as he got up ad walked downstairs.

I got up from the couch and went and put my pajama shorts and sank top on for bed. I changed quickly then turned out the lights and laid down.

I tried so had dot fall asleep but I couldn't? My mind kept racing and running nonstop. I kept thinking of what happened with Zayn… Something changed today and it wasn't only me. Zayn was different and it made a huge difference in how he treated me.  He was nicer and he seemed to be more relaxed.

I kept tossing and turning and i was cold. It t was pointless in trying to sleep, so I just laid there and thought.

The first thing that came into my mind was Shannon- but why? She is so pretty and so- I don't even know. She is just, to me, mean. I don't like how she has treated me and even though I don't like how Zayn has been leading her on apparently, I don't feel bad. From day one she has had a chip on her shoulder towards me. And I don't wanna sound like a bitch- but it has kind of ticked me off immensely.

With her stupid short blond hair and her perfect makeup-less face. God its aggravating to see pretty people. Hell, I would trade anything to be able to look good waking up in the mornings. But no, instead, when I wake up, I have to have crazy hair and makeup that didn't quite come off the night before and splotches all over my face- but then there is Zayn… When I woke him up a few days ago- I was honestly surprised… He looked so perfect. With his snakebites and his unruly hair and perfect tattoos, it just amazed me at how good looking he really was to me.

Thinking wasn't helping me sleep and neither was just tossing and turning being cold. Weather I liked it or not, I wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon so I got up. 

I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 10:27. I rolled my eyes and got up and walked downstairs where Zayn was.

He was sitting behind the counter singing a song and writing something down.

"Did you write that?" I asked accidentally startling him.

He turned around and when he saw me he smiled, "I thought you were going to bed?"

"I was but I can't slew."

"Why not?''

"I had a lot of things on my mind-"

"Like what?"

"…You…" I said looking down at my twiddling thumbs.

He stood up and walked over to me, "What about me?" he asked lifting my chin up to him.

"What's going on with you and I-"

I was cut off by him placing his lips to mine gently. It was an overwhelming kiss but a good one to say the least and I felt electric run up and down my spine.

"We are whatever you want you and I to be," he mumbled against my lips. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. "Let's go to bed."

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