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.


17. Chapter 17

I was crying quietly to myself when we were walking bcd but Zayn didn't notice.  He didn't notice till we were back and upstairs.

He turned on the light and turned to say something to me but saw me crying instead. "Why are you crying love?"

I shook my head and turned around so he couldn't see me.

"Hannah, please tell me?" he said walking up behind me and snaking his  arms around my waist.

He rested his chin on my shoulder and I turned my head away from him. "Stop."

"You don't need to be lie this. I never did anything to you-"

"You ruined me."

"How did I ruin you?" he asked letting me go and walking to the front of me.

"You don't love me. You only want sex. You are just like all the rest of them-"

"If I wanted sex I could get it. I could have easily got it from you the other night but I didn't!"

"Why are you yelling!?"

"Because you are acting stupid!"

"Oh, so now I'm stupid!?"

"I said you are acting stupid! Not that you are stupid!"

"I am not stupid! And I am not acting stupid!"

"No, you are acting like you are perfect!"

"What the hell does that even mean?!"

"You think you are so goddamn perfect because you are fucking popular! Well guess what, your highness, you aren't! You are so fucked up and you don't even realize it! Maybe if you were someone who at least showed they still had feelings for something or someone other than yourself, people might actually like the real you! Not the fake one… Trust me when I say I would much rather have the real Hannah here than this fake one."

"Don't you dare try to tell me about myself! I know I am fucked up and that I am 'popular' but I know that I have no real friends! None Zayn! Everybody who said they would be there for me is gone! My own goddamn parents don't even want me! I am a disappointment to them and the rest of my family…"

He began to turn and walk away bur o grab be his shoulder and pulled him back. When he was facing me again I slapped him. Right across the face and I regret none of it. I began crying more and started to walk away but Zayn had a different thought in mind. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him pinning my body against his as he crashed his lips to mine.

I couldn't resist myself from kissing him back as I practically melted into him. My arms trailed up around his neck and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. He backed up a few steps and fell onto the couch and I sat atop of him straddling his waist as the kiss began to get more heated. Our tongues were exploring each others mouths and my hands scrapped through his hair.

Pulling his face to me as much as I could, he pulled my body as close to him as much as he could. We were one and I was enjoying it too much.

His hands slipped under my shirt and squeezed my sides while our mouths moved in sync with each other roughly.

Was this what it felt like to actually be loved? To have someone love you? To love them in return? I honestly can say that I don't know… 

I broke the kiss and opened my eyes to look into Zayn's. My breathing was heavy slightly faster than normal. Zayn's eyes were filled with a want and a love that I have never know before. Never seen. It was something that I wanted but I don't know if he is actually the guy I think he is.

"Zayn," I breathed.

"Hannah," he said in the same way.

"Teach me how to love… To love myself.. So you can truly lot me…" I said closing my eyes.

He pressed his lips back to mine but was smiling as he did so… He had won me over and as much as I didn't want it an hour ago- I needed it now because I needed him. He is now my world. My sun. My ray of hope when I think there is none left.

He stood up with me still in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked over to the bed. I was laid down gently and he climbed in the bed as well and was above me.

I pulled him down to me and he rested his weight on his elbows on each side of me. He placed a single lingering kiss on my lips then began placing more along my jawline and neck. He covered every inch of my neck with his lingering kisses and moved down to my collar bone.

He pulled up from kissing me and rested his weight on just one of his elbows and he moved his other hand to the bottom and rested it on my stomach and he looked from my stomach to my face and I nodded. 

He lifted my shirt up and off of my body leaving me in my shorts and bra. In one swift motion his shirt was off as well and I couldn't do anything but study his perfect torso… He beautiful abs and perfect tattoo's. He smiled and moved his face down to my stomach and began kissing every inch lingeringly.

His hand moved to the top of my shorts and he unbuttoned them pulling them down with only one hand and I was left in just my bra and thong.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled off his pants and boxers leaving him bare. I couldn't help but look over at him and stare. Every single inch of him is perfect.

I don't know what made me do this but I rolled over on top of him and i could feel his hardened length rest on his stomach between us. A sly smile played on his lips and I moved my lips to his and began another heated kiss.

His hands moved to my back and he unclasped my bra and ripped it off throwing it to the ground and moving his hands down my back to my thong. In another swift it was off of me and laying on the ground as well.

We were both beautifully naked with each other.

I broke the kiss again and looked down at him. He rolled us over so that I was on the bottom and he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the only condom that was in there. He ripped the wrapper off with his teeth and threw it to the floor as well as he put the condom on.

He moved his hand down to his length and position himself to where it was right in the spot for him to ease it into me. He teased himself and I by rubbing his tip along the entrance of me then stuck it in slowly.

My head rolled backwards as he began to thrust his cock inside of my slowly and torturously. His slow movements sent waves of pleasure through my whole body and I could''t help but moan his name in pleasure. This he seemed to like and he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

The waves of pleasure didn't seem to end and we were both enjoying the torturous movements he was giving me.

My hands were on his back digging into him and most likely making claw marks all over and my legs were up wrapped around his waist to try and get more of a pleasuring feeling.

He kept getting slightly faster with each thrust and at this point he has a fast and steady pace going. I could feel my walls beginning to close as he repeatedly brought me close to the edge. I was close to my climax and I could tell that he was as well because I could feel the swelling in his cock.

"Z-Zayn… I'm close," I groaned into his neck.

"So am I… Cum for me love. I want to feel you…" he breathed heavily.

It was at that point that i couldn't keep it contained any longer. I let got and I felt the orgasm that has been building up exploded. Zayn reached his climax and he rode out the rest of the orgasm before collapsing in his elbows onto of me.

Both of our breathing was heavy and we were both catching our breath trying to regain our senses. He pulled out of me and then kissed me gently before rolling over onto his back next to me.

"This is what it feels to be loved?" I asked as my breath finally caught up with my normal breathing pattern.

"Yes," he said smiling over at me. "I am going to teach you everything there is to know- and I am never giving up on you…"

And with that I knew then and there that he meant it. Nothing was going to stop him from trying to be with me… 

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