So, I know I said a Christmas update, but I posted a new oneshot Flurries instead. If you haven't read it already, go check it out! It's our precious Haleb set between 6x10 and 6x11 and no, they don't break up like the stupid writers have made them.

Guest(s) ~ killing/deaths can now be over. Guest on Dec 24 ~ One of the sweetest reviews I've received, thank you.

I can't believe we're at 10 chapters already. When I said in chapter one that it'd be 10-15 chapters long... I lied. This is turning into something a little bigger. Enjoy...

Ten

"Dude, where's your girlfriend?" Jason DiLaurentis asked as Caleb approached their table in The Nice Guy.

Caleb rolled his eyes, but greeted both him, Toby and Noel Kahn with a guy hug before sitting down. "She's at home," He said, opening up the menu.

"Last time I saw you, you were taking this girl back to her hotel room. Now you're living together?" Noel asked, completely confused. This was not the Caleb Rivers he knew – the last girl he'd gone back to repeatedly was Bridget Wu and that was only because she flew out of LA as quickly as she flew into it.

"No," Caleb laughed, "She's back home near Philly."

"Spencer will not stop talking about how excited she is that she's coming on the promo tour," Toby moaned, taking a sip of his beer.

"Nice," Jason smirked, holding his fist out for Caleb to bump, "You got yourself a source of constant pussy, Rivers."

"The boy's become a man," Noel agreed, patting his friend on the back.

"You guys are idiots," He shook his head, laughing with them as their waitress came over to take their orders.

"They're just jealous," Toby said, "Not everyone can get laid regularly."

"Oh I see how it is," Jason punched him in the arm, "Them vs. us. I can get a girl whenever I want."

Caleb raised an eyebrow as some bread was brought to the table, "How many girls have you slept with since Aria in New York?"

"Oooooh," Noel held a fist to his mouth when Jason didn't respond, "That's a low blow Rivers."

"Shut the fuck up," Jason smirked, shaking his head and shoving a piece of bread into his mouth.

"Hey, if you hadn't pulled her, I never would have met Hanna, so thanks for being a complete manwhore," Caleb took a swig of his beer.

"Talking of Hanna," Toby changed the subject, "Is she flying out here this week, or meeting us in Europe?"

"Wait, you're going on tour too?" Jason asked confused, "Who's gonna be my wingman for the next month?"

"Of course he's going on tour," Noel snorted, "Spencer pays him to have a permanent hard on."

Caleb laughed at Toby's face; he knew it seriously got to him that Spencer wouldn't commit, but her guard couldn't have been further up after her relationship with Alex blew up in the public eye for all to see. "Han's flying out here tomorrow night," He answered the original question.

"We should organise dinner with Em," Toby suggested.

"Is Aria coming?" Jason tried to ask as casually as possible.

"Dude, why the fuck would Aria be coming?" Caleb laughed.

Jason held his hands up defensively, "She could be visiting her brother."

"If you're that into her," Caleb began, "You may actually have to make a move that goes beyond showing her your dick. Hanna told me she was screwing her college professor casually for about 2 years."

"Gee Caleb, you know how to make a guy feel great."

"I'm just saying," He held his hands up, "She wants something permanent, not a casual fuck every now and then."

Noel patted Caleb on the back, "Spoken like a man who's truly pussy-whipped. Seriously, I need to meet this girl who's got you all tied up."

"We'll do dinner on Thursday," Toby said definitively, "Maybe we can head back to Bootsy Bellows," He wiggled his eyebrows, "Maybe you'll meet someone else who'll sweep you off your feet," He grinned at Caleb.

"No way," Caleb shook his head as their food was brought over, "There isn't anyone else."

"I'm so glad you called me," Mona smiled at Hanna as she sat with her and Aria in Hanna's kitchen the following morning.

Hanna smiled back tightly, "Me too Mona." After the conversation she'd had with Caleb about Jordan, she'd realised he was right. It probably was Jordan who was leaking all the stories about her and she'd been a little rash to accuse Mona so quickly. So she'd invited her over with Aria for a late brunch before Hanna flew back out to LA later that night. She was still a bit wary, but Mona had seriously calmed down with the questioning and it was a step in the right direction.

"So are you missing lover boy?" Aria smirked, lounging back against a kitchen chair as she flicked through a trashy magazine. "It must be hard being apart when you spend so much time together."

"Yeah," Hanna fought back a grin, staring at a picture of her and Caleb on her phone.

"Your Mom would nooot stop raving about him when they had their cheese and wine night earlier this week," She replied, nibbling on a croissant.

"Legit she is more in love with him than I am," Hanna said casually, picking up a magazine herself.

Mona gasped, "You've said the 'L' word?" Mona asked, staring up at her with her jaw dropped.

"Not really," Hanna shrugged, continuing to flick through.

"Not really?" Aria asked, looking at Mona confused.

"Well we've said we're falling for each other," She replied coyly, looking at her phone as it buzzed.

"Is that him?"

Hanna nodded and tried to fight a grin as her heart clenched just thinking about him. Besides the Jordan blip, their week together in Rosewood couldn't have been more perfect. "He's asking if I want to go to dinner with Spencer and Em tomorrow evening."

"As in Spencer Hastings?" Mona asked, taking a sip of her orange juice. She felt seriously out of the loop and that killed her inside.

"Oh they're so nice," Aria gushed, "We had brunch in San Diego and they drove me back to LA," She smiled, flipping to the next page, "Oh my god!"

"What?" Hanna asked worriedly, "What is it?"

"Oh my god," Mona repeated, looking over Aria's shoulder, "Hanna, you're in this magazine."

"Doing what?" Hanna scrambled around to Aria's side to look over her other shoulder.

"Spotted – Caleb Rivers and his gorgeous girlfriend Hanna Marin enjoying a midnight walk through Central Park. We seriously ship these two together but whilst we swoon over these pics, where's our hunky movie star to come and sweep us off our feet?" Aria read out.

"Oh my god," Hanna repeated again, "Is that my tongue?" She asked, her eyes zooming in on the picture of her and Caleb engaging in a rather steamy kiss.

"You can tell where this is headed," Aria muttered and raised her eyebrows, quickly turning the page.

Hanna blushed and sat back down, pouring herself some more orange juice. "From that look, I'm guessing it was some pretty hot sex," Mona smirked.

"He's really good in bed," Hanna mumbled.

"Does he have any brothers?" Aria giggled.

Hanna sighed and rolled her eyes, "You sound like my mother. Anyway, I thought you were screwing Fitz again?"

"Aria," Mona said with disappointment. Ezra was not somebody she considered to be a good choice.

"I'm not!" She defended; it had been one time since she'd come back from LA. "I'm screwing Ali's brother instead."

"Ali has a brother?" Mona asked, completely confused.

"Half-brother," Hanna corrected, laughing. "They have the same Dad."

"More important," Mona began, "How did you end up sleeping with him?"

"He's best friends with Caleb," Aria replied. "You should be grateful," She said to Hanna, slapping her on the arm with the magazine, "If Jason hadn't made a move on me, you'd never have met Caleb."

"Thank you for being a slut." Hanna said dramatically.

"What if you meet another movie star who's even better than Caleb?" Mona smiled at her.

"No way," Hanna said dreamily, her mind running to her boyfriend, "He's perfect. There isn't anyone else."

Caleb sighed as he shoved Hanna's unpacked suitcase under the bed later that night. LA was his home, but spending the week with Hanna in Rosewood had made him actually think about what it would be like to live somewhere else, away from all the cameras and fame-obsessed people who tried to leech onto him whenever they could. He'd missed her. As soon as he'd seen her at the airport, all he could think about was how she liked him for who he was and how everything felt infinitely better when she was around.

"What are you thinking about?" Hanna asked as she stood in the doorway to his en-suite and watched him, a white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her. She'd wanted a late night post-flight shower before they went to bed to get rid of all the germs she'd undoubtedly picked up on the plane. Flying solo was nowhere nearly as fun as flying with Caleb.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder and smiled at her, "Rosewood," He said, as she walked over to the bed and climbed on top. "The Brew," He added, lying back against the cushions.

"The Brew?" She frowned her forehead but smiled as she cuddled against his chest.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I remember you abducting me –"

"I didn't abduct you," She hit him and laughed.

"Either way," He murmured, kissing her bare shoulder, "We need to find somewhere in LA where you can take me to get coffee and then hide me in a corner so that no one can interrupt us while we make out."

Hanna smiled at him and nodded as she pushed herself off him, "Yeah, we do," She agreed, opening up his closet, "Wow, you've actually given me closet space. I feel honoured," She grinned, reaching for a t-shirt of hers that he'd folded up and put away. "I guess that means I need to get a job so I can actually buy clothes to fill it."

Caleb watched her pull on something in sleep in and sighed. He'd had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Hanna's Dad whilst they were in her hometown. From the way he'd acted over an awkward dinner, he'd made it pretty obvious he thought Hanna was only with Caleb for his money and connections, using him to get a job in the industry. If only he knew. "Babe, don't get hung up on what your Dad was saying."

"I'm not," She said quietly, throwing her towel in the hamper. "But seriously," She said moving to jump back onto the bed and straddle his waist, "This," She began, indicating at her body as she moved her hands up and down, "Is a product of the Fashion Institute."

"Really?" Caleb smirked, brazenly checking her out. He thought she had the most incredible figure.

"And it needs to be dressed appropriately."

"Or undressed appropriately," He murmured, trying to pull her top off.

"No," She shrieked, jamming her t-shirt down and rolling to the side. She reached across the bed to grab her phone, scrolling through her contacts to find Miranda Collins' number, "Miranda might call."

"So you are using me for a job," Caleb mock gasped, squeezing her thigh as she shot him a dirty look.

"Not funny," She shook her head at him, but the wry smile on her lips said otherwise. He moved his head closer to her and was just about to press a gentle kiss against her lips when she jerked her head away, "She said she would," She added moving to the edge of the bed.

"It's 10 at night Han, she's not gonna call tonight." Caleb said, sighing.

"She's not gonna call at all, is she?" Hanna asked quietly, moving back to cuddle against Caleb's chest. He pulled her closer, dragging her leg over his so that she lay across his chest. He pressed a kiss against her forehead as she literally settled on top of him. As much as he wanted her with him on his promo tour, for her sake, he hoped Miranda came through.

Hanna tried to put on a brave face, but when Miranda called the next morning and said circumstances had changed, Hanna didn't need to be told to read between the lines. She was upset. Caleb was right; Jordan was still controlling her and it felt like she'd never get anywhere with her life at the rate she was going at. As much as she loved being with Caleb – and she was beginning to realise that she really did – she didn't want to be in some stupid tween magazine only as his girlfriend. She wanted her own career, her own life that just so happened to be intertwined with her boyfriend's. It wasn't that much to ask for, right?

When Caleb decided she needed distracting from her thoughts, they were left naked and sweaty in bed and running seriously late for the scheduled fitting with the stylist he shared with Spencer, CeCe Drake. Hanna was in awe when Caleb led her by the hand into CeCe's office. It wasn't really an office… more of a clothing showroom that had rails and rails of dresses and suits and rows and rows of shoes that made Hanna want to get down on her knees and hug them. It was… incredible.

"You're late, Caleb." CeCe snapped as they walked through the door.

"I'm sorry, we got distracted," He tried, heading over to her to give her a hug. "This my girlfriend, Hanna. Hanna this is CeCe."

"You're a good reason for him to be late," She smiled, pulling Hanna into a hug. "Spencer hasn't stopped talking about how excited she is to have you on tour with her."

"Spencer's here?" Caleb asked, leading Hanna over to the sofa in the room to sit her down.

"I'm right here," Spencer replied, stepping out of a doorway off to the side in a stunning floor length blush-pink gown.

"You," CeCe pointed at Caleb, "Strip."

"Yes Ma'am," He said, beginning to pull his shoes off, "Looking good Spence."

"Quiet," CeCe shut him up, moving over to Spencer to start playing with the hem of the dress. "Hanna," She called, "Spencer told me you studied at FIT."

"Um, yeah," Hanna replied, unsure as to where CeCe was going with this. Her non-starter degree was not something she wanted to think about right now.

"Caleb's potentials are on the far rail. Can you pull something together that you think would work and then get him into it?" Hanna's eyes lit up and Caleb smiled gratefully at Spencer. He'd given her a high level overview of what was going on with Hanna's job search earlier in the week when they met with execs at Universal to discuss the promo tour, but she'd clearly taken it upon herself to help Hanna turn it around. "Try not to jump him." CeCe added, turning her head to smile at her, "I've heard he has a good body."

"It could be better," Hanna replied nonchalantly, shrieking as Caleb grabbed her waist and pulled her up against his naked chest.

"That's not what you were saying an hour ago," He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips.

"Caleb, stop distracting her. She needs to concentrate or else you'll end up looking like Justin Bieber at the EMAs," CeCe chastised him, helping Spencer into a pair of nude heels.

"What did he wear?" Caleb asked naively – he really didn't pay attention to stuff like that; it was the exact reason he had a stylist.

Spencer laughed at him and shook her head sympathetically, "He looked like a red popsicle."

Caleb turned to Hanna and grinned at her, "Make me look hot baby."

Hanna got to work doing just that. She pulled out very dark Tuscan-red suit pants and a black shirt which she helped him pull on, standing in front of him and letting her fingers dance along his skin as she did up the buttons one-by-one. "A fitting's never been this fun before," Caleb whispered in her ear as he began to press gentle kisses against the shell of her ear.

"You make everything look good," She smiled up at him coyly, letting him steal a tender kiss before she stood back to admire her work. "Here," She added, handing him a belt she'd picked out. "And these," She said, spying a pair of Prada shoes that would go perfectly. He pulled them on and let her brush down his shirt before he turned to look in the mirror; pretty happy with what Hanna had dressed him in. It was him, which was the one thing CeCe ironically struggled with sometimes. "You like it?" Hanna asked, slightly nervous.

"I love it," He replied as she began to unbutton a sleeve before rolling it up.

"Even better," She murmured, doing the other sleeve before standing back to admire her boyfriend. "If I was 14 I'd fancy you."

She smiled, laughing when he grabbed her hands and pulled her flush against him, "If you were 22 would you fancy me?" He murmured, his forehead coming down to rest on hers as his hands dragged hers around his waist to rest on his lower back.

"Okay," CeCe came over, breaking them apart, "Let's see what we've got here," She said, taking in Caleb's appearance. She actually really liked it and could definitely see Caleb wearing it to one of the European premieres. "Caleb, how do you feel?"

"Like my girlfriend's better at your job than you," He said, making Hanna and Spencer laugh.

"You're a douche," CeCe shot him a dirty look, but they both knew she was only joking. "But you're right. Hanna photograph it all and then Caleb you can strip again and we'll move onto the next outfit."

"Can she help me get naked?" Caleb asked, moving to a white wall to stand there as Hanna began to photograph him on her iPhone.

"No," CeCe smirked at him, "Hanna, have a go with something for Spencer. We've done 90 percent of her outfits, but we're looking for a few backups in case something doesn't go to plan."

"Aren't you tied into Dior?" Hanna asked Spencer as she began to look through the rails of dresses.

"Only for major red carpet appearances. So the LA premiere, I'll be wearing Dior, but I have more free reign over what I wear for the rest of the tour," Spencer explained as Hanna pulled out a black dress. "It's a genius deal, but my Mom's a trained lawyer and she made sure there were some loopholes," Spencer added, looking at Hanna's choice of clothing. It was slightly gothic in appearance, a full black skirt to the floor and a sheer long-sleeve bodice that was cut to the waist, exposing her chest completely.

Spencer remembered when CeCe first showed it to her; instantly she'd thought not appropriate for the tween audience they were targeting, even though she'd completely loved the design. CeCe hadn't been brave enough to push it and so it had been placed back on the rack. "Wait," Hanna said, riffling through the wispy tops that were loaded at one end of the rail. She pulled out a black lacey bralette, "Put this on underneath," She added, following Spencer into the changing area to help her change.

"How do you feel about the female figure?" Spencer asked as she began to strip.

"We all have the same parts," Hanna replied, non-perturbed when Spencer pulled her bra off. She reached forward and helped her pull the bralette over her head, before reaching inside the dress and helping Spencer into it, "We're probably acting out Caleb's fantasy right now," She remarked casually.

Spencer laughed, letting Hanna straighten out the skirt as she adjusted the sleeves, "I'm 99.9 per cent sure he only has eyes for you."

Hanna grinned at her, "Wait," She said, "It's missing something," She muttered, disappearing back out to the front room to pick out the finishing touches.

"Okay," Spencer agreed, completely itching to see how she looked.

"I love these," Hanna gushed, coming back in with a pair of Saint Laurent black heels in one hand and a delicate gold triple-layer necklace, "I am so gold over silver," She added, placing the shoes on the floor before draping the necklace over Spencer's neck. She helped her into the shoes and fluffed the main skirt, quickly pinning Spencer's hair behind her ears before letting her move out into the main room. Spencer gasped as she looked in the mirror, "What?" Hanna asked worriedly, "Is it that bad?"

"No," Spencer argued, "It's amazing," She said, playing with the waist of the dress, "Seriously," She grinned, "This is so perfect," She added, pulling Hanna into a hug.

"And I'm thinking, hair tucked behind your ears, slicked back straight with a dark lip and light eye make up," Hanna started, pulling Spencer's hair back and straightening up the necklace.

"I literally," Spencer began, twirling to the side, "I just," She tried, unable to get her words out.

"She's good, right?" Caleb laughed. Never had he seen Spencer have this reaction over a dress.

"I want to wear this to the LA premiere," Spencer said determinedly.

CeCe almost froze, "Spencer," She began, "You're contracted with Dior."

"I know," She agreed, "But I want to wear this."

"You can just wear it to one in Europe," Hanna tried. She really didn't want to be responsible for the first Hastings v House of Dior lawsuit.

"No," Spencer disagreed, "My Mom can talk to them. It'll be fine," She argued, moving to the white wall for Hanna to take pictures of her.

"Fine," CeCe caved, turning her attention to her other client, "Caleb, what do you think about this for LA?" She asked the only male in the room. He played with the shiny grey suit CeCe had dressed him in and pulled a face, "I know that face," She frowned, holding her head in her hands, "I hate that face."

"It's too shiny," He moaned, shrugging the jacket off.

"Really? You're really saying no just like that?"

"Yep," Caleb agreed, beginning to undo his pants too.

"Hanna," CeCe sighed, "I'll help Spencer out of that if you try and find something non-shiny for Mr. Pedantic."

"Hey!" Caleb defended, but he was glad Hanna was picking something out for him again.

"It's a bit shiny," Hanna smiled, handing him a black shirt before pulling out a suit she'd spied earlier. It was a very dark navy blue – almost black – with contrasting black shiny lapels on the jacket. She grabbed a pair of classic black shoes for him as well before letting him look at himself in the mirror once he'd pulled it all on.

"Perfect," He murmured, letting her play with the collar on his shirt to straighten it out as he checked out her arse in the mirror.

"Do you feel comfortable?" Hanna asked him, doing the button up on his jacket as his hands rested on her hips.

He nodded and grinned at her, reaching round to squeeze her butt before moving over to the wall to let her take a picture. "CeCe," He called, "I'm wearing this."

She walked out with Spencer who was dressed back in her normal clothes, "Is there a reason you're not this easy with me?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Erm yeah," He nodded, letting Hanna pull the jacket off him and hang it back up, "You dress me in shiny grey suits."

"Don't be rude," Hanna whispered and shook her head at him as she began to unbutton his shirt, "I thought you looked good," She said as his hands held her waist.

He didn't say anything; just shot her a grin before getting changed into his normal clothes. Spencer disappeared off – she was had a quick meeting with her publicist – leaving the three of them alone. "Hanna," CeCe said, "Can I talk to you?" She asked, nodding her head towards the doorway.

"Sure," Hanna agreed, following her through. They didn't have much time before they had to shoot off to see Susie and Devon. "I'm sorry if I did too much," She began, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"No," CeCe cut her off, sitting down on her office chair. "You're good Hanna," She started, "Really good."

"Thanks," Hanna muttered.

"I want you to intern with me."

"What?"

"On the promo tour. Spencer and Caleb clearly trust you and you'll be the perfect right hand woman."

"I-I.." Hanna stuttered. She didn't really know what to say. Sure, she'd studied at FIT but her whole degree had been focused on costume design and working on sets. Styling for celebrities whilst completely the same, was also completely different.

"I can't pay you a salary, but I can pay you in clothes and you'll build up your own lookbook for when you go solo."

"When I go solo?" Hanna was struggling to process this all.

"I'm not stupid," CeCe said, "Caleb is one of my most difficult clients to dress and you found him two outfits instantly that actually suited him and he actually liked. And I have never seen Spencer go gaga over an outfit before."

"I…"

"If I let you take credit for their LA looks, will you say yes?"

Hanna blinked and shook her head. What was she doing? "Of course it's a yes," Hanna said, rushing over to swamp her in a hug. "Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me," She whispered.

CeCe pulled back and smiled at her, "You're gonna make my life ten times easier over the next month. Trust me, I do."

"Babe?" Caleb called, interrupting them. "Do you know where I put my keys? We're gonna be late for Susie."

Hanna felt her jean pocket and pulled them out, "They're here," She said, walking back out to him, feeling like she was on cloud nine. "Guess what?" She asked, rushing into his arms and almost knocking him off his feet.

"What?" He asked, completely confused as he wrapped his arms around her.

"CeCe's offered me an internship."

"Are you being serious right now?" He asked again, not really believing what was coming out of her mouth.

"I know," She squealed, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, "The best part is that I get paid in clothes."

"No," Caleb laughed and shook his head, propping her on the ground, "The best part is that your job is to get me naked everyday for the next month."

"I can't wait," She whispered, kissing him gently as her hands weaved through his hair.

Things were suddenly looking up. They could only hope Susie Reiss had the same outlook.

So, Hanna's managed to get a job that's away from the clutches of Jordan. But what does he have to say about all of this? And how the hell is Susie going to react? A worldwide promo tour seems like a pretty good opportunity for shit to hit the fan...

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