All The Small Things You Do | Katie McCabe.

Live and let...live?

Tatum has always liked her own company.

She liked the silence, the peace, liked being able to do what she wanted when she wanted.

So what she didn't expect was how hard it would be to adapt after spending time with her loved ones. She'd gone from being in an environment with her people, her family, and her girl. Hearing the laughter, getting the affection, the stories. The small touches of love given. It was hard going from one polar opposite to the other.

Which is what she's choosing to blame the last hour she's wasted on TikTok on as the reason. She'd got in from training and gone about her normal routine, done some washing, prepped her dinner for later and then sat on the couch. But when she sat down, it felt like the silence really hit her. So she'd decided to have some time scowling through.

"Fuck. Offfff." She groaned as she swiped past yet another fuckboy dancer on her feed. TikTok was a weird place for her, she doesn't think the algorithim really knew what to do with her. She pressed not interested on so many posts from gross boys, but then she started to see edits of herself coming up and her friends, so she did the same on them. And now she thinks she's confused Tik Tok.

She went to scroll again but froze her finger smiling at the familiar face currently on live before clicking onto it and typing a quick hello. She watched as the blonde she now knew so low read the messages passing by quickly.

"Oh Tatum's in the chat! Tatum, come on here." Ella demanded with a smile.

Tatum glanced at all the other comments quickly coming through encouraging her to join. Her agent would hate her doing this, her not having a filter always getting in trouble. She shrugged and pressed the button to request, making sure her camera was off.

"How are we?" She spoke once she could see she was connected.

"TK, put your camera on."

"There's a lot of people in here." Tatum muttered, not hearing Ella's request, instead watching as the viewers went over 6k. "Look at you, you little superstar." She praised before Ella's previous words clicked in her brain and she allowed her camera to come on, showing her slouched on her couch, her torso covered by an Arsenal t shirt she has ended up with. But the camera doesn't need to see that part.

"They're only here for you!" Ella laughed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, man. I'm sweet. How's Coopur?"

Ella moved the camera to show Coopur, Tatum quickly blowing him kisses before laughing as she saw Katie comment asking if Ella wanted dinner. Katie had also text her a few minutes ago which she hadn't responded to just yet. Looks like the girl was now turning to social media to get some form of response from someone.

Ella read the comments on the screen before laughing to herself. "There's so many things at you here TK."

"Hit me with them." Tatum said. She doesn't actually get many chances like this to talk to people normally, especially fans which had obviously joined for her.

"What's with your eyebrow?"

"My eyebrow?" Tatum questioned, frowning before realizing what they meant when Ella pointed to her own eyebrow. She brought the camera in closer to her face to show her left eyebrow closer, showing the slight gap in the hair there.

"It's a scar. I didn't shave it or nothing, I'm not that much of an ick. Just a scar. Thank's for giving me a complex about it though."

"What colour are your eyes? Her eyes are weird yknow, they're different colour-"

"Oh alright." Tatum said with a laugh. "It's not weird I was born with it. They're only slightly different. One's green and ones like a greyish colour, I don't know."

"Spain or England?"

"Ireland." Tatum spoke dryly, she swears people think she's dumb, making her pick.

"Uhm, go to song at the minute?"

"Zach Bryan, Heading south."

"Wh-"

"Katie I can't answer your text, I'm busy." Tatum tutted when she saw a comment from Katie asking she answers her text.

"What are your necklaces?" Ella said, reading through the questions. "I feel like a TV host."

Tatum lifted the phone down to her neck and pulled out her two necklaces she always has on. "This one, it's just a chain I got from like Etsy or something. This one it's pendant is Sun and moon and stars, so everyone in the stars is always here. That...and it looks sick."

"Hardest thing about being a footballer?"

"Shaving your legs constantly." Tatum said with no hesitation. "Because listen, my worst fear is someone will put a picture of me somewhere and when people zoom in they can see random hairs I've missed. I legit have to shave my legs every single day, it sucks. It's a struggle. Oh, another one. The pictures a lot of people take are like super high quality, so my cousin has this habit of zooming in on them real close and showing me I have a mustache."

Ella threw her head back and laughed at how concerned Tatum seemed at these issues. "Yeah bu-, oh wait, Katie's trying to join." She paused and accepted her sisters request. "You're downstairs, why are you on here?" She asked once Katie's profile picture came up.

"Nobody is answer my fucking texts!" Katie exclaimed in protest.

"We're having fun without you." Tatum responded.

"You can do one. Ella, do you want dinner?"

"Mmm, sure, yes please."

"Grand." Katie spoke before focusing to look at her girlfriend. "Nice top, Tate. It looks familiar."

Tatum pursed her teeth and looked at the red Arsenal training top she threw on. "Does it?"

"Yeah, real familiar. I swear I had one just like it."

Tatum laughed, licking her inner teeth as she read the comments start to flood in from fans taking note of the interaction. "I wonder where yours went?"

"I don't know. Do you know?"

"Nope," Tatum paused to move the camera to show the number on the chest. "Cos I'm wearing Leah's."

Ella burst out laughing as her sister got shut down, Tatum grinning proudly.

"You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Funny though. Hey, what are these little animations that keep happening?"  Tatum asked, smiling for a second as a cowboy hat and mustache covered her face.

"Oh, it's like people sending gifts."

"Gifts?"

"Wait, like money?" Katie added.

"Yeah." Ella confirmed.

"Guys don't be sending stuff that costs money, man. Seriously. The only one that needs to pay for my company is Katie."

"Dickhead, man. No guys don't se-"

"They don't need it guys." Ella chipped in, now making her way downstairs, turning her back to the couch and showing Katie there in the background.

"Can we donate it?" Katie asked, now waving into Ella's camera.

"Donate it to the get Katie McCabe more fake tan." Tatum teased.

"My tan is real!"

"Right, we need to get off here, it's not stopping. Ella, I'll see you soon, yeah? Katie...let's give it six to twelve days. Peace, bye bye bye."

Both Tatum and Katie left the life, leaving Ella there, still reading comments people were putting.

"I'm gonna deck her." Katie muttered as she walked past, Ella smirking as it was caught on her video.