You like to watch the bake off. You watch it every year. You don't know why, but there is just something that makes you.. Want to..
You are watching BBC news in your
run-down cafe. You all get no customers. You mean just you get no customers. All of your staff left.
You are about to go for lunch because it's adverts when you spot it. 'WE NEED YOU BAKERS!" You don't know why you feel this, but for some reason you feel that you should go to the bake off tent. Maybe to make this story longer. Who knows.
You dial the number - 06969 696969
Fingers trembling
Jaw clenching
You don't know why
It just seems to happen in every fanfic
So I added it in
Sweat dripping
Hands clamming
Someone answers... Paul.
"Hello?" He says, in a manly tone. "Urm.. Hi.." You respond, paralysed. "I want to be on the bake off please." Voice trembling. "Okay that's fine,
(y/n) (l/n)." He says. "But how do you know my name?" You say, confused. "I know everything about you, (y/n)." He says.
YOU ARE READING
Paul Hollywood Fanfiction
FanfictionKey (Taken from anime weeaboos): (A/N) = Authors Note (Y/n) = Your Name (L/n) = Last Name (B/n) = Bakers Name (F/n) = Friends Name If anymore are used I will make an authors note and say what they are. Enjoy!
