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“That is true. Tipsy times will probably help us break the ice.” she said as Tatum went to go and answer the door to receive their food. She was hungry as soon as she smelt it. Noelle cringed a bit as he called her puddin’. “Yeah no that wasn’t good, don’t call me that again.” she laughed as she stood up and took the food that she ordered. “I like to be called baby and baby girl the most, if that helps.” Noelle said, trying to be helpful.

The blonde haired boy placed the food on the table, unwrapping the meals. Making sure his didn’t mix with Noelle’s. Tatum was pretty fussy with food, and was a picky eater as well. “I thought it would sound cute, but that back-fired..” He laughed. Tatum got some knives and folks out, before sitting down on the couch. “Baby..I think I’ll go with baby...” Tatum said, thinking that sounded much better. “I’ll keep away from old fashioned ones, like sweetheart...there out of our time things..”

“Cheers to that.” she laughed before taking a good drink of wine before bringing the glass back to rest on the kitchen counter. Noelle really hoped this all went okay without too much drama. She just wanted to reach her dreams and goals. She watched him drink quite a bit, “Planning to get drunk?” she asked before the doorbell went. “Yes please, baby.” she teased, winking at him as she took her glass of wine to sit on the couch.

The blonde turned to look at the dark haired girl and smirked when she asked if he wanted to get drunk. “I want to get tipsy. Things are more fun then, aren’t they?” He said, in a playful tone. Tatum placed his beer door and went to the door, grinning as she called him baby. He paid for the meal, with a tip, before walking back to Noelle. “Here we are, puddin..” He said, scrunching his nose up playfully. “That’s not a good pet name, is it?”

Noelle watched as Tatum had a glance over their new fridge and nodded as he said he would have a beer after all. Noelle put the lid back on the bottle of wine and held her glass up to clink against his bottle of beer. “To a new relationship.” she said, laughing a bit before sipping.

Tatum grinned at the dark haired girls words, winking in her direction afterwards. “To a new relationship. Hope it goes as well as it can..” He grinned, clinking his bottle of beer against her glass, before sipping his drink. Taking a lot in one go. Tatum was pretty good with alcohol. It took a little while to get him completely out of it. He then heard the door bell for food. “Do you want me to get it, partner?” He teased playfully, smirking as the words escaped his mouth.

Noelle saw Tatum politely smile at her and smiled back. She hoped he wasn’t judging her. She wasn’t an alcoholic. She was just a bit nervous and this was her way of coping. “Why not? If you want a beer it’s not a big deal.” she said as she looked further in the fridge. “There are about three beers, but it’s a white wine.” Noelle said.

Tatum looked at Noelle and got up himself, moving towards the kitchen himself. He walked over to the fridge and lent down, looking at the drinks. He lent into the back, and got a beer one. “I’ll have this beer then. Mays way use it while we’re here..right?” He laughed. Tatum poured himself a drink, before holding up towards Noelle. “Cheers..”

Noelle nodded as he said that, “Exactly right. Depends how much I drink.” she said back. As she held the new bottle of wine she laughed a bit. “Have you never heard of drinking your way through a hangover? The way to cure a hangover is to keep drinking.” she said as she opened it up. “I’ll have one glass, you want one?” she asked as she poured.

Tatum looked at Noelle, and grinned at her reaction. He had never heard drinking on top of a hangover was a thing, but he’d believe her, if that’s what she was saying. Tatum watched as she poured herself a drink, before nodding his head. “Yeah, I’ll have one. I’m not the biggest fan of wine, but I’m not going to pop a beer open just for me to drink.” He chuckled. Tatum sat himself up a little. “What wine is it?”

Noelle knew he was teasing her a little bit as he asked if she was a good girl. He probably thought he had her all figured out. She shrugged, “Sometimes I’m good and sometimes I’m bad.” she told him, biting her bottom lip afterwards as she got up and walked to the kitchen, swaying her hips as she went and looked up in one of the cupboards. “I found wine!” she squealed as she opened the bottle.

Tatum looked at the dark haired girl and grinned cheekily. “Depends how much you drink?” He asked playfully. Tatum moved himself to the couch, sitting with his knees up. He looked and watched as Noelle moved towards the kitchen, swaying her hips. He only looked up from her behind, when she spoke about wine. He laughed at her reaction. “I thought you were hungover? Isn’t more wine going to add to that?” He laughed.

Noelle didn’t want to do a naked shoot, let alone one with a grandfather in charge. Especially not she had to come home to Tatum. That would be so uncomfortable. Noelle had her head turned to Tatum who was now on the floor and smirked. “I mean, our contracts say we can’t. As tempting as it all is, trust me it’s tempting. We should try.” she told him. This didn’t mean Noelle would stop being a huge flirt and tease at all.

The blonde haired boy made himself comfortable on the floor, looking up at Noelle with a smirk on his lips. “Are you not a girl who likes getting into trouble then?” Tatum asked curiously. “I’m always getting in trouble with my team. Mostly for being late to places, but I like keeping my fans happy.” He admitted with a small shrug. Tatum sat himself up straighter, “Have we got a good girl on our hands?” He asked with a playful look on his face.

Noelle looked to him a little surprised at his comment, not sure how to feel about his strong comment about her doing naked shoots. She wasn’t going to anyway but she appreciated being looked after. She wasn’t some mad feminist who wouldn’t let some guy take care of her and have an opinion. Naked photos were online for life too. “I don’t want to so I don’t think you need to worry.” she said softly. She was interested to hear he had dated a thirty year old. “I get what you’re saying. I’ve only dated guys like two or three years older than me.” she said before she moved over to him a bit more. “It kind of sucks we can’t just do what we want.” she tells him.

Tatum didn’t mind girls doing naked shoots, or men doing naked shoots. He didn’t want Noelle working with his grandfather if she were to do that, that was all. It was awkward in his eyes, even though the two weren’t dating. “I was figuring out what age suits me better, with matches and potential partners.” He grinned. Tatum moved and sat on the floor, looking at Noelle, who was lying on the couch. “Who says we can’t?” He asked. “I mean I know it’s wrote down, but how can we be bossed about here, when nobody can even see us?”

Noelle smiled as he mentioned that, “I’d like that, I’d hardly say I’m fussy. I do lingerie and bikini shoots, I don’t know if I would do full nude stuff, like, nipples out to the camera lense but I’d like that if I could get a gig with him.” she said. She wasn’t up herself, her head wasn’t that big. “You didn’t want someone younger? How come? Girls mature faster than guys anyway.” Noelle teased.

Tatum looked at Noelle and raised his eyebrow. “I wouldn’t want you doing those type of shoots with him. The naked ones..” Tatum interrupted, acting like the two were already seeing each other. Tatum did get a little bossy from time to time, it was a down fall of his. If he was seeing someone, he liked to put in his own opinion every now and again. Tatum needed to know his boundaries, and not speak up all the time. “I’ve seen a girl whose nineteen, and she acted like a toddler if she didn’t get her own way. I’ve also dated a thirty year old, since I’m not ageist, and apparently I needed some growing up to do in her shoes. It’s nice to be paired with someone who’ll act somewhat like me, and whose my age..boys do mature later. I know that myself. I’ve only matured over the last two years..”

Noelle laughed and pointed at him, “Hey, you don’t exactly know who I am either, I could be just as offended.” she said back with a raise of her eyebrow. She listened to what he did and was interested but not surprised to hear he did modelling as well as being a DJ. That was pretty hot. “Maybe one day we will model together.” she thought before she lay back on the couch as he ordered their food. “I’m 22, you?”

Tatum looked at Noelle and raised his eyebrows playfully. “I could always get you in talks with my grandfather. It’s probably not as high fashion as your used too, but it’s still a gig..” The blonde haired boy admitted, before shrugging his shoulders. Tatum loved his grandfather, and looked up to him. He was a lovely man. He was strict, but he knew what he wanted. Tatum hung up the phone after ordering the food, and smiled at Noelle. “I’m also 22. I’m 23 in two months..” He admitted. “Was hoping you were my age, and not younger..”

Noelle looked to him and sat down on the couch in the living room of their new place. “Sorry I didn’t ask, what is it you do? Do you model or act or music?” she asked, knowing those were the usual ones. “I model myself and am also trying to get into fashion more.” she explained. Noelle shrugged, “Some do some don’t. I’m really not fussy just get whatever you feel like.”

Tatum placed his hand on his heart and made a shocked voice, as if he was pretending to be offended. “You don’t know who I am?” He asked joking. He wasn’t big headed. Tatum was pretty down to earth when you got to know him properly. Some people found him snobbish, because he did like living like the rich and famous. People meeting him, got to know the real him though. “I’m a DJ by trade. I dabble with modelling on cat-walks for my grandfathers clothing line though. I’m mostly known for producing music. That’s where my talents at..” Tatum got his mobile phone out, and ordered pasta for himself and Noelle. He then looked up at her with a smirk. “How old are you, Noelle?”

Noelle smirked as he mentioned suing the agency if they dared film them in their private residence. “Damn fucking right we will.” she laughed. She may be a model and work in front of cameras but she didn’t want to be filmed privately. “Oh cool you have a bit of a legacy then? My parents live about 5 hours away.” she said. She moved to Los Angeles all on her own. Noelle smiled and nodded, “Italian sounds great. I like ham and pineapple on pizza. Or maybe some pasta?” she suggested.

Tatum looked at Noelle and nodded his head. “I’m sure most people wouldn’t even know about me, or would have even accepted my tapes if it wasn’t for my grandfathers fame - if you can call it that.” Tatum’s grandfather was famous. He didn’t act it. He did well with fashion designing though, and had worked with television shows and models to build himself up. “Pasta sounds good? Do places sell pasta to take out, or is that not a thing?” He asked, with a raise of his eyebrow.

Noelle looked to him and furrowed her brow as he had a look around, shaking her head. “They can’t do that that’s illegal to film or do that without the people knowing. They can’t know what goes on in here.” she told him almost sure of herself. She didn’t like the idea of being filmed in the privacy of her home. “Noelle Harper. And I agree. Maybe tonight we just chill and order some food in and drink some wine?” she suggested.

Tatum looked at Noelle and nodded his head. “I’m hoping they trust enough not to do something like that. If it does happen, we’ll sue them.” He scoffed. Tatum liked his team most the time, apart from when he was getting into trouble. He didn’t like them then. Most the time, they were good to him, and had his best in their interest. “Noelle Harper? That’s cute. I’m Tatum Carrington. Grandson of the fashion designer, Mr Carrington.” Tatum moved to the couch and settled down on it. “That sounds like a fine night in for me..what food do you fancy? I’m really feeling Italian, but it can be the ladies choice..”

Noelle nodded along as he spoke and sighed out sadly because it was true. They couldn’t do anything even with the doors closed and them in private. It was a shame because Tatum was completely her kind of guy. “I have no idea but that’s what they want and if they are paying us as well we have to go with it.” she told him before laughing a little bit, “Well I will probably be flirting a lot with you too.” she said as she looked back at him over her shoulder as she walked to go look at their view.

Tatum sat down on the arm of a chair in the room, and checked out the dark haired girl as she walked over to have a look at the view of their house they were now going to be sharing. “How are managers going to know how we act in here?” The blonde haired boy asked, looking into the corner of the rooms. “Is there cameras in here or something?” He asked. Tatum quickly had a look around, before heading back into the room Noelle was in. “What’s your last name, Noelle? I think it’s a good job if I know that, before we even start talking about how we’re going to act around each other..”

Noelle lived with two other girls usually in a little room to herself. This was the life she dreamt of with a place like this. She didn’t get why she was picked but she felt lucky. She felt like this only meant good things for her future. “So lucky.” she said back with a bit of sarcasm. She knew she was pretty but she didn’t going around thinking she was hot shit. She could be humble. “I guess we just have to get on with normal life but just…be friends behind closed doors?” she said. In the real world, she would prefer that they got to know each other normally. Not being able to have sex with suck. “I think I’ll need to invest in a good vibrator.” she joked but was semi serious.

Tatum glanced over at Noelle and grinned when she said that she needed to invest in a good vibrator. “Looks like you do, because no managers want anything happening behind closed doors..” He smirked, before rolling his eyes playfully. Tatum had a look at the view from the small window, before turning around to look at the dark haired girl. “How do they expect us to be all over each other in public, like holding hands, and perhaps small kisses, but not expect anything to happen in the comfort of this house?” He asked. “I’m not saying that’s how things will pan out. I’ll probably hit on you though, let’s be honest..” He smirked.

Noelle looked out the window of their Uber after picking up a suitcase of things to live in their new furnished apartment. Today had not gone how she thought it would pan out. It was exciting though. She was ready for her big break and if this was the best way she would do it. As Tatum opened the door, she smiled and took his hand before joining him at the boot. Noelle didn’t need help out of the car but she needed and wanted to get closer and bond more with him. She wheeled her bag with Tatum to the elevator and found their floor and their door eventually as she opened up using her set of keys. “Wow…this is so much nicer than my place.” she said as she walked in, bag in hand.

Tatum rolled his own suitcase towards the new apartment, and followed Noelle in. He popped his suitcase near the front door, as he investigated the apartment. It was gorgeous. Tatum wasn’t that bad off for money, his career was still in the early works of things, but he was doing well. This apartment was above and beyond what he was expecting though. “It’s stunning, isn’t it?” The blonde said. “I feel rather lucky now. I get to live in a luxurious house, with a stunner. How lucky am I?” He chuckled. “I’m literally have some boys dream life right now, aren’t I?”

Noelle smiled sweetly at him as he said she was happy it was her. “I’m a bit relieved, a bit sad it can’t be on our terms all of this though you know?” she told him quietly so their manager’s didn’t hear. As he offered his hand she nodded and looked back up to him, “Definitely interlock. Palm holding is a friendship hand hold.” she said as she intwined her fingers with him. “Never ever…I guess we just have to not think too hard about it. Just do what comes naturally. Play the part.” she said as they made their way back outside onto the street. “I took an Uber here so if you didn’t drive we can get one to the new place? Or what do you want to do? Grab some stuff from our other apartments?” she asked.

Tatum nodded his head. “They have to have rules though. If we got into a massive argument, they have to protect us and ourselves. I don’t like how we can’t pick on our own terms, but then again i also get it.” Tatum smiled as Noelle held his hand, her hands were much smaller than his own. “We can grab our stuff from our apartment and then head to the place, if you want?” He offered.

It didn’t take the two of them all that long to get their belongings. They weren’t bringing everything. Just what seemed enough. The uber parked outside their now shared flat, and Tatum held the door open for Noelle. “Need help out?” He asked, putting his hand out to help her out, before moving to the boot. To get their stuff out.

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