Tennis Player One Shots

Maybe ~ Alexander Zverev

Y/N silently cursed under her breath as she read through her notes for what felt like the hundredth time, a groan escaping her lips because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember a single thing.

Taking a deep breath, she took a look down at her watch to notice that she had to go right now if she didn't want to be late.

"Okay, don't worry, you can do this," She quietly told herself, her head immediately snapping up as she heard someone chuckling.

Blushing, she noticed a man around her age standing only a few meters away, sunglasses covering his eyes as he took a few steps towards her.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" He asked, causing her to roll her eyes at him. Normally, she would have just laughed it off, but her day had already been bad enough without some stranger mocking her.

"Very funny."

Without waiting for him to say something else, she turned around and continued her way, only to be stopped by a hand that was softly grabbing her wrist.

"I didn't mean it like that," The same man from a few seconds ago told her, quickly removing his sunglasses, so she could see the regretful look in his eyes.

Signing, she shrugged her shoulders, a small smile finding its way onto her lips, while he ran a hand through his slightly curly hair.

"It's alright."

The two of them stood in silence for a while, until she finally remembered why she even was in a bad mood, causing her to sigh yet again.

"I know you don't really know me, but if you want to tell me what's wrong, go ahead," He said, gesturing calmly with his hands, "I'm Sascha by the way."

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, but nevertheless started talking as she felt like she could trust him.

"I'm Y/N," She started, slightly leaning towards him, so he could understand her more easily, "One of my colleagues is ill and my lovely boss decided to send me to write an article about this match. I honestly don't know anything about tennis and I'm afraid my boss might fire me if I screw up today and..."

She stopped her rambling as she saw Alexander smirking down at her and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, maybe I can help you," He replied, laughing slightly as she looked at him confusedly, "The match you're writing about; it may be my brother who's playing."

Y/N couldn't believe what she had just heard, so she just stared at him disbelief.

"You're Mischa Zverev's brother?" She asked, searching for one of the papers in her notes, "but that must make you..."

"Alexander Zverev..."

"...Germany's number one in tennis."

"That's not how I would have described myself, but yes, that's me."

"And you want to help me?"

Chuckling, Alex shrugged his shoulders, while keeping his eyes locked with hers.

"I will on one condition," He declared, taking her by surprise as he wrapped an arm around her waist, carefully pulling her closer to himself, "You have to go out on a date with me."

Y/N immediately felt her heart speeding up in her chest at his words, but she decided to play it cool.

Casually, she leaned towards him, her lips only millimeters from his after she had placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Maybe."

This one shot is for @Martina_rf
Hopefully, you've enjoyed reading it😇🎾