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.


13. Chapter 13

When I woke up, I was wrapped in Zayn's arms. I tried to get up but he wouldn't budge his grip. He was really strong! I gave up on trying to get up and just turned in his arms to face him.

His face was half buried in the pillow and his hair was a mess on his forehead- but he still looked perfect. The thing that I loved so much about his look was that he didn't even have to try. He could get out of bed and just spike up his hair into his quiff and look perfect and his piercings and tattoo's made it look even better.

Being with Zayn had made me miss parts of my old self though… Back when I had my snakebites and my septum. Back when I could show off the few tattoo's I had without my 'friends' looking at me weird. Though I still have the piercing jewelry and the holes have yet to have closed up because I had them for so long, I don't know how Zayn would react to them. Surly he has seen the holes for the snakebites? I just don't-

"Are you staring at me again?" Zayn mumbled as he began to wake up.

"I might be but you have to open your eyes to see if i am or not," I smiled.

He turned his head into the pillow then back out and opes his eyes and smiles. "I knew you were."

"I could always go back to sleep," I winked.

"Ih my gosh, you just winked at me," he chuckled.

I blushed at what he said and buried my face into his chest making him chuckle more.


"Yeah?" i asked still keeping my head in his chest.

"What are we doing?"

I opened my eyes and pulled my head away from his chest to look at him, "What do you mean?"

"I kissed you last night- you kissed back… We slept together and this morning you actually woke up and smiled at me?"

"I-I didn't know that I bother you-"

"You don't bother me dear, you confuse me."

"I confuse everyone- hell, I confuse myself…"

"What do you mean?"

I sighed and then rolled onto my back, "I'm really not who anybody thinks I am-"

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Hannah… I like to go to parties and have fun but I don't like to get drunk and do things I regret. I like to get drunk when I know I will have someone there to make me make the right choices. I like to be relationships but I can never seem to be in any good ones- I changed who I am to fit in and not be bullied and I hate myself everyday for it…"

"Who were you?"

"I was the weird who wore more makeup that society would accept and I had my piercings and would happily show off my tattoo's that I have but-"

"What made you change?"

"I went to a party and was attacked… A drunk guy took me to a room in the house the party was at and beat the shit out of me because of how I was…"

A single tear ran down my face as I told Zayn about my shitty past that made me change…
His arm slid out from under me and he was now hovering above me. His legs were on each side of me and he lowered himself to me. His arms on each side of me to keep his body weight off me.

"Hannah, you don't deserve that… You deserve to be treated like a queen because you are one- Give me the chance to find the old you? The one that caught my attention in the first place? The girl that made me fall head over heels in love with her-"

"You love me?"

"I love you but not in the same way that I loved you. Trust me when I say that I still love you but not in the way that I actually mean that. I'm not some freak off the streets who uses girls and beats the shit out of them."

Another tear fell from my eye and Zayn moved his hand to my face and wiped it away. I traced my hand up to the bcd of his neck and pulled his face down to mine. He hesitated for a moment but then pressed his lips to mine.

Our lips moved in sync with each other and I felt my stomach fill with butterflies. The next thing I know is Zayn is on the bottom and I am straddling his waist. He put his hands on my waist and squeezed gently as he kept them there. 

He licked my bottom lip and asked me for entrance and I gave it to him. Our tongues battled for dominance and this made me giggle.

"What?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"It's just funny," I said as my stomach growled loudly making Zayn laugh.

"No, that was funny. would you like to get some breakfast?"

"Yes, I would actually."

He chuckled again and then lifted me up off the bed and set me down on me feet as we went and got breakfast.

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