Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1: get outta my way

I blink open one eye, confused to as why I had woken up so suddenly.

Then my phone starts ringing.

Ah, that's why.

I pick up my phone, glancing at the screen.

3 missed calls from: JOHN

I sigh, annoyed at the even mention of my managers name sprawled across my glass phone screen.

I swipe to accept his fourth call.

"Yeah?" I say into the phone, not even bothering to hide my obvious annoyance.

"Char! Finally! Do you understand how many times I've called you! Pick up when I call! I coul-"

I interrupt him, "What is it, John?"

I hear him take an exasperated breath before rushing out, "It's that band- 5-um I think 5 Seconds of Style or something like that? Anyways, they're arriving at LAX in approximately 6 minutes, and Rob called in sick so you need to be down at the airport now. ASAP!"

I sigh, "Ugh okay. And it's summer."

"What?" He asks, obviously sounding confused at my reply.

"It's not 5 Seconds of Style, it's 5 Seconds of Summer." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, that. Get going Charlotte!" He says, before hanging up the phone.

                          U G H.

I grab my camera, slinging it carefully around my neck, before throwing on my gray hoodie and rushing out of my apartment and to my car.

Sometimes I feel like I spend more time at the Los Angeles airport more than my own home.

I furrow my eyebrows at the LA traffic, annoyed yet again. Then I start thinking about my job, and get even more annoyed.

You know how at least 99.9% of people complain about hating their jobs? I bet not one of them hates their jobs as much as I hate mine.

I literally have to trample people and take their (much unwanted) picture, email them to my boss, and then they get posted all around the media.

You know, Twitter, Instagram, those Gossipy websites.

I didn't always work as a paparazzo woman, not at all. I was desperate, and if there's one thing LA always has available for a job opportunity, it's the photography business.

It's a tough business, so I was lucky to get hired by John when I did. Very lucky, seeing as the tough situation I was in when I first moved here. So although John likes to wake me up at ungodly hours of the night, I was grateful for him.

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I arrive to LAX a few minutes later.

Pulling into the large parking area, I notice how many cars there are. Of course there's going to be a lot of cars, it's a freaking airport, but if even possible it's ten times more crowded than it usually is at this time of night.

I park my '08 red sun fire, being sure to lock it before I get out. You never know in a big city like LA.

When I get up to the entrance-way I notice girls. A lot of girls, screaming, and holding up posters with oh-so clever sayings on them.

GET NAKED YOU DICKS!!

I WOULD SELL MY FAMILY FOR YOU GUYS!

ASHTON BANG ME LIKE YOUR DRUMS !!

Okay um , maybe I should use a different word than clever. Dirty maybe?

Fangirls swarm everywhere, but I'm used to it. It is my job after all.

I push my way through the feisty fans, and smile at the ones who smile at me.

People aren't always the kindest nowadays, so when I notice someone doing a kind act as simple as smiling, I always be sure to smile right back.

Clutching my expensive camera close to my chest, I finally make my way to the front. Then I go around, all the way until I reach a side door that not very many people know about. Only paparazzi people like my sad self.

Opening it up, I find even more girls, and a few boys. All fans screaming and clawing at some bleach- blonde haired boy.

"Michael fuck me!"

"Mikey can I get a picture!?"

"Michael is it true you have a girlfriend?"

Michael freaking Clifford.

Going up as close as I can, seeing the situation I'm in, I snap a few pictures, wondering where the rest of this band is.

That's another thing, the more famous  people I take pictures of, the more cash in my pocket. That's one perk of photographing bands.

I'm adjusting the focus on my Canon, when someone runs into me from behind.

I'm about to be very rude, and I can feel the "what the fuck" coming out of my mouth, that is until I realize who I just ran into.

Luke Hemmings.

My jaw drops. One thing is for sure, I've never been a "fan girl" or whatever you call it, and never have really obsessed over anything or anyone famous, joined a fandom, you get it.

But when I see this dude, all I can think is one thing for sure. He's freaking hot.

Bright blue eyes, dirty blonde stubble lining his sharp jaw. A- wow holy fucking hair.

Then I snap back to reality,

"Watch where you're going, please." I say, glaring at him and tucking my hood over my head.

"Oh, but aren't  you gonna take my picture, princess?" He smirks at me, and then all in a matter of seconds adjusts his heavy black guitar case that's on his broad shoulders, winks, and is swarmed into the mob of fans.

Then his words hit me, and I'm snapped back to reality once again.

And in all of that, I forgot to snap his picture.

Shit.

Not only do I hate my job, I suck at it, too.

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-H