y/n x paul hollywood

bake off: week 1

My heart was racing, i tied my apron around my waist firmly. I had been a fan of the show for years and now it had become my fate to enter the tent. I had prepared my chocolate roulade 10 times prior to the show. My dream had always been to professionally bake, though this time I would have the distraction of Paul Hollywood's dreamy, ocean eyes, god knows how I could focus.
As I walked slowly into the tent, contemplating whether I deserved to be there, emo noél gave me a cheeky high five, his hands were smooth and moist like a ganache, though i anticipated paul's hands would be softer and more like unsalted butter.
Around me i saw other contestants. i felt an immense amount of pressure fall upon my shoulders and my breathing hitched. The cameras around me were shining brightly into my corneas. My eyelashes fluttered, and my cheeks turned to a rosy pigment, personifying the love i had for Paul. My palms were sweaty and moist as he lunged towards me, I had always dreamt of this moment yet I never anticipated for this to become my reality.

I licked my chapped lips and bit down on my finger as he stood before my eyes. He purred romantically in response to my lustre, I hoped I could purr in response though I feared that I wouldn't be able to contain my love for him and that I would take it so far, so I then stood still, in awe of his beauty.

My legs were trembling, what was I supposed to say without me making myself look like an idiot? I didn't want to give off the wrong impression on our first encounter yet it was probably inevitable it was going to end up that way. Paul reached out to shake my hand, their texture was exactly how I imagined, they were soft like silk yet strong and masculine, I didn't want to let go. We introduced ourselves to each other though it was obvious I already knew who he was after the years I had watched him enlarged on the big screen.

I heard the dreaded six words 'On your marks, get set... BAKE!' The baking and filming had finally begun, I was terrified though I hope Paul would treat me specially and keep me in the competition regardless of the quality of my first week in the tent.

The signature bake was a blur to me, I was too focused on impressing Paul I didn't really process my surroundings. All I could remember was the congratulations I received from him, though it wasn't the Hollywood handshake, it still was special and helped strengthen my esteem.

to be continued...