HARRY POV
When I wake up in the morning I'm a little sore but I've never felt better. I look over and see Obama sleeping, his lips slightly parted and he looks amazing. I can't believe he loves me, and we...did the dirty. I've only been with this man for a short period of time, yet I love him so much.
I decide to get up and surprise him with breakfast, I go into the kitchen wearing only my boxers and a t-shirt. I put music on and start dancing around whilst making pancakes bacon and eggs. I try to be quiet so I don't wake my man. When everything is ready I plate it out nicely then take it to him, as I approach the door I hear him talking
"Yes Michelle, I'll be home soon, my flight had been delayed...yes...okay I'll see you soon, love you too" he turns around and see me standing in the doorway with his breakfast and tears in my eyes
"Harry...I can explain...." He moves towards me trying to hug me but I flinch away as though he's punched me...and I feel like he's has "don't touch me." I spit at him, "get out of my house!" I yell, "please Hazz-" I interrupt him "no! Leave!" He looks at me sadly and grabs his jacket and leaves.
When I hear the door close I drop to the floor and start crying, how could I be so stupid?! Of course he's still with Michelle...of course she doesn't know about us, he's just using me.
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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•
