Saved From Obama (Hobama) (Barack Obama x Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

Obama is deep in his sleep when a loud noise interrupts him. he turns around and groans into his pillow. he tries to go back to sleep when he realizes that it's his alarm and he needs to get up and get to work, because if he doesn't he will end up like that man Michelle always made him out to be.

It's been a year since their divorce and Obama still can't go one minute without thinking of her. at this point he isn't even sad about it he is just mad, mad is an understatement, he is fucking pissed. he thinks it's unfair how she now has a new boyfriend and is super happy without him and living her best life, while he needs to concentrate every single second to not break down and kill somebody.

it's not that misses her because he definitely does not miss her, he miss having someone and he thinks it's unfair how Michelle gets to have someone new and not him. with that in mind he gets up and rushes into the bathroom to take a shower.

exactly 45 minutes later he is walking into the bakery he works at. he despise it, just like he despise every other thing in his life. he takes off his coat and rushes behind the counter to start his shift. this day is just like every other day, that is until he walks in.

He has brown hair reaches his shoulders and curl at the ends. his skin is creamed colored and look extremely soft and Obama finds himself daydreaming about what it would feel like to touch it. he looks young and happy and like he is in his early 20's. his eyes are the most beautiful shade of green Obama has ever seen and it is in that moment Obama decides that, whoever this boy is, he is the most beautiful creature he has ever laid his eyes on.

when their eyes finally meet it feels like Obama can finally breath. like Michelle isn't haunting him and his every move and like he is free and that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for him to.

the mysterious boy walks up to the counter and Obama awkwardly coughs before smiling politely at the younger boy and says "what can i get for you?".

"uhm, can i get a matcha latte and a bread?" the boy says. Obamas knees goes weak just by hearing his voice. the way the words roll of his tongue and his lips move as he speaks make butterflies appear in the pit of Obamas stomach.

"of course" Obama replies with a smile before the boy hands him his credit card. he knows that when the beautiful boy gets his order and leaves all the happiness he is feeling will be taken away and replaced by even more emptiness, and he is not having that. he needs this boy and he is not letting him go yet.

so Obama decides that the only correct thing in this situation is to read the name on the credit card that he suppose belongs to the boy. Harry Styles it says. Harry styles. he likes it. so that's what this absolutely perfect boy in front of him is called?

it fits him perfectly and it's almost like he was meant to have that exactly name and like no other name would work.

Obama decides that the first thing he's gonna do when he gets home is look up this boy on google. it sounds fucking creepy but he knows everybody else in this situation would to the exact same thing. because how could they not when a boy as beautiful as Harry Styles is standing in front of them?

Harry coughs which snaps Obama out of his thoughts. Obama finish taking Harrys order before starting to make it. he catch harry staring at him a couple of times but he don't think much of it.

when he is done he hands Harry the order and their fingers slightly brush against each other. Obama think it's the most amazing feeling he has ever felt and he prays that he will be able to feel it again.

"thank you." Harry says with a polite smile before turning around and heads to the door.

it's in that moment that Obama knows he will do anything to get this boy.