HARRY POV
As me and the rest of the boys finished up singing what make you beautiful I looked into the audience and was shocked! 'President obama?!' I can't believe it he's here Watching us! "Hey Nialler obamas in the croud" I whispered go Niall. "Yeah I know. God I'm so hungry I could literally eat a whole entire lasagna to my self" oh Nialler always so hungry. I can't believe he's actually here...he's so much more...good looking than I thought. After we finished up the show we went back stage and OBAMA WAS IN OUR DRESSING ROOM!!!!
"H-hello sir" I said as I put my hand out to shake his. Damn me why'd I have to stutter?!
"Hello Harry", he said pulling me closer with the handshake staring into my green orbs.
"WHY DONT YOU SIT DOWN SIR" I said calmly as I pulled away from him.
"Boys can I have a word with Harry here...alone" why does he want to have a word with me alone?! I can feel my palms sweating. "I can't believe you came to see me" I muttered "I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore..."
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Hobama
Fanfiction"Harry Styles is in the biggest boy band of this century, he has millions of girls throwing themselves at him everyday. So what will happen when Harry meets Obama? the president of the United States?" •inspired by a Tumblr post•
