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Louis was angry. Not only because the love of his life had cheated on him, but because he now shared a child with the president, whom Harry had cheated with. 

Louis was so frustrated, infact, that he decided to start some shit. He decided to call Michelle. 

"Hello?" Michelle said as she answered the phone.

"Hello, Michelle, it's Louis. Louis Tomlinson." Louis replied.

"Oh, Louis!" Michelle said. "Obama told me about you and Harry breaking up, I'm so terribly sorry to hear that."

"Oh, um-yes, about that." Louis fell silent for a moment, deciding if he should tell Michelle or not.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Michelle asked kindly.

Louis could no longer hold in the news. He had to tell someone. "Harry is pregnant with me and Obama's child." Louis felt a sense of relief letting that out.

"What?" Michelle asked. "Is this some sick joke?" Louis could hear her trembling over the phone, he felt bad for her, but they were both in the same position.

"Unfortunately, it isn't." Louis replied somemly. 

"Well, in that case...YO, BARACK, YOU LYING TWO FACED HOE BACK STABBING LITTLE SLUTTY BITCH RAT BAG-" Louis hung up the phone as he didn't want to hear anymore vile talk.


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The news got out on the media pretty quickly- Michelle was divorcing Obama. Harry was so happy that he could finally have his Baracky. Although, Harry was a bit of a player, and was currently lying in bed with Olivia Wilde, the woman whom is like his mother in their age gap.

"What is it, Harry?" Olivia asked, turning over to face the man who laid beside her.

"Obama and Michelle just got divorced." It was the first time he had said it so loud, and it felt as good as Barack did inside of him.

"Really?" The mother-aged woman said to him.

"Yuh," he replied, imitating Mitchel Cave's singing.

"Round two?" Olivia asked him.

"You know me so well." He replied.


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A/N

I hate this xo

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