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.


5. Chapter 5

*Hannah's P.O.V*

I woke up to a loud beeping coming from across the room. I opened my eyes and felt around for my phone. When I noticed that I could actually spread my arms out, I began question where I was!

I sat up excited thinking maybe I was just back home- nope. Still at the stupid faire- but in the bed? I don't remember moving? Did Zayn move me from the couch to the bed? I mean if he did it was a nice gesture but I don't really want him touching me… At least I was still in the same clothes.

I looked over at the couch ad saw Zayn sleeping. The alarm clock was going off loudly on the little table and he didn't seem fazed by it at all.

I got up from the bed and walked over and shut off the constant beeping. I sat on the edge of the couch and shook Zayn awake. He gruff's at me before turning over and looking at me.

"Your alarm was going off," I said getting up and walking back over to the bed and laying down.

"Don't go back to sleep. You have work," he said getting up off the couch.

My body shot straight up, "Umm, what?"

"I said, you have work. Meaning you have to get dressed in the clothes you are allowed to wear working hear and do what you are told. If you don't work then you don't get paid. That simple."

"Yeah, this may come as some big shocker to you but I don't know the first clue about working here-"

"That's why you are up early. I get to teach you."

"As if it could be that hard."

He turned and looked at me as if he was about to laugh.

:Darling, I don't know how you have been raised but I am guessing you have never had a job; but working here is pretty tough work."

"For your information, I have had a job-"


"A beauty salon. I opened the door for people who were coming in and someone on the other side opened the door for people to leave."

"Well I don't know how to break this to you but this is much different than being a door opener."

"How so?"

"You get to stand on your feet from 10 in the morning till 6 in the evening. If you have to use the restroom, there is a porta-potty behind the building. You have to smile. You have to actually interact with the customers and you will be working the register behind the counter with me."

"Oh, that's a thriller."

"Just remember that I am the one paying you and I am the one letting you stay her for free and am the one feeding you-"

"I didn't ask to come here! I would much rather be at home sleeping in my warm bed not here freezing my ass off because you don't have a damn heating unit!"

"This is the Renaissance Faire. The only electric outlet to plug things in is downstairs next to the mini portable generator. I'm sorry that you are apparently out of control and have to come here. Sorry for disappointing you, your highness, but I couldn't stand the thought of someone being thrown out onto the streets."

"Whatever" I mumbled rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever not get dressed-"

"In what?"

"That." he said pointing to a long skirt with a white pirate looking low-cut shirt and a black leather corset hanging up on the wall.

"Excuse me?"

"That's is what you get to wear every Saturday and Sunday while working."

"Why can't I simply wear skinny jeans and a tank?"

"Do you honestly think they wore that crap back then?"

"No but who cares?"

"The people who work here now get the shirt and skirt on and I can help you with the corset when I am dressed. I will be up in about five minutes." he said as he took his clothes hanging up next to mine then walked downstairs.

When he was downstairs I dragged myself out of bed and stripped off my clothes from the previous day and put on the long black skirt and low-cut white pirate shirt. I had to wear my strapless black bra because the sleeves of the shirt went to the side off of the shoulder.

When I had those things on, I went downstairs taking the corset with me to have Zayn put it on me.

I got downstairs and saw Zayn pulling off his shirt and putting on a black pirate style top. Luckily I only saw his bare back because if he saw me staring, it would be awkward.

When he was dressed he tucked in his shirt and turned realizing I was there. He had on black loose pirate pants with a few random belts around his waist and black leather boots with the bottom of his pants tucked into them. His black shirt was sort of puffy and the top of it was untied so it showed a nice portion of his chest.

"You need your corset on?" he asked getting my attention.

I nodded and walked over to him handing it to him.

"Walk over to the counter." he stated.


"It's a corset. You can't have someone tie it nice and tight without holding onto something to keep standing while they pull the strings together."


I walked over to the counter and put my hands on it holding on as I was instructed to.

Zayn came over and put the corset around me zipping it in the front then moving to the back and began pulling the strings. WIth each pull it became harder to stand and harder to breath. He pulled the strings so tight, the back of the corset was pulled together. When he finished he tied the strings at the top and tucked them in so they couldn't be seen.

"Okay, now you need to push your boobs up-"

"Excuse me?"

"It's part of the job. While wearing a corset you are supposed to be exposing some of the girls. I'm not saying pull them out. I'm saying to push them more together so they are where they are supposed to. It is also to help you. If they aren't where they are supposed to be while you are wearing a corset, they will become sore and begin to hurt. You can also get bruises on them and your ribs from wearing a corset."

"That is exactly what I wanna hear," I say as I adjust where my boobs are in the corset.

When I am finished, I look to Zayn to see if I look the way I am supposed to and he simply nods and walks behind the counter. I look down at myself and I have to admit, my boobs to look good and so do I.

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