Paparazzi || Florian Wirtz

Chapter I

"Hey, are you done?" (Y/N) got up from my sleeping position. She fell asleep on a pile of photos of current celebrities, which were all spread across my working desk.
"Guess what," A coworker of mine which name was Laura said full of excitement "the German football players who are playing in the EM are coming here tomorrow!"

"Okay and?" (Y/N) said
"And?? You know how heated they are at the moment! If we manage to get good shots of them, I bet we would get a good amount of money from it. And I'd do anything to get a picture from Jamal Musiala..." Laura said again

(Y/N) looked at her when she heard the word money.

"May the better one win." She smirked before both of them giving each other a handshake
Both worked as Paparazzi, but hated the word. They just went by the name "special photographers".

As the next they followed, (Y/N) got woken up by her alarm clock. Her golden retriever was already next to her bed wiggling with his tail. After feeding him and herself, she got ready and sure a casual outfit. (Y/N) got her camera and rushed to the place where she knew the football player were arriving.

The place was already full of fans, who were blocking her view. "Fuck." She cursed under her breath and struggled her way backwards away from the crowd.

(Y/N) walked backwards and bumped into someone. "Oh sorry." She said to a brown haired male with blue eyes

She then turned back to the big crowd trying to think of how she is going to get a picture.
"Omg is that Florian Wirtz?" A female voice said from the crowd, who was now pointing to where (Y/N) was standing.

She then turned to the guy she bumped into, who was smiling down at her.
(Y/N) took the opportunity and snapped a picture of his smiling face right in front of him.

"Dankeschön." She said in German and smiled walking away.