paul wishes (to go into a school) | paul breach x reader

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he opens up instagram, and sees that the message displays something very exciting! a new primary school has opened up in his area! instantly, a thought pops into his head - he should go visit it! one problem though, he hasn't been outside since his 28th birthday. he couldn't dare be caught in public after the news made a report on him and his baby mammer!

"time to disguise!" paul whispered to himself, cunningly. he raced to his spare room, much more decorated then anywhere else in his house. posters and vinyl stickers of jack grealish line the walls, aswell as posters of george ezra, sam smith and matty healy, most importantly was george ezra, there was a small table at the centremost point of the back wall, only the table legs were visable, the rest was covered in all sorts of ezra merch, if you can imagine it, it was there. other than the creepy shrines and decorated walls of celebs, there was a closet. paul opened the doors, and chose out a costume, he chose a bowlcut wig and a checkered shirt, with beige, khaki like pants, not his usual atire, but strange enough for paul that not a single soul would recognise lincoln's most wanted criminal.

he took a deep breath, warding off any fear that overcame him. 

he plugged his poundland headphones, which were on their last life, into the jack on his phone, he put the buds into his ears and pressed play on his youtube music playlist, which was just green green grass, a singular 1975 song and sam smith's new hit single.

he fiddled in his pocket (😳😳) for his keys, and rattled them eliquantly as he unlocked the door and placed them in his weird side bag. he opened the door and immediantly got a whiff of the salty lincoln air right in his ginger face. he stepped onto the platform outside his high rise flat and proceeded towards the stairs.

the outside world is scary to paul, it's changed an awful lot in the 15 years he's been sheltered.