Hobama: a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Chapter one

Harry's pov:

The air was cold. The only thing I wanted to do right now was go home and throw myself in Obama's arms. God I loved him so much.

When I reached our doorstep I felt excited. I could never get tired of seeing Obama's face. Everytime I looked into his dark chocolate orbs I felt the time stopping. His smile calmed my fears and made me feel better. I wanted to hug him. I needed to hug him actually. I had a really bad day today. I got into a huge fight with Donald Trump this morning and the only thing that would made me feel better was Obama.

I dropped the grocery bags on the floor and I went straight to our bedroom. I opened the door and I froze.

Obama was in bed, in our bed with Trump. With Donald fucking Trump who I got into a fight this morning and he made me feel like shit. Well not just this morning he always makes me feel like shit. He tells me that I don't deserve Obama and Obama always calms me down but now I understand everything.

"HARRY NO!" Obama yells "THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE" Trump had a victorious smirk on his face

"Obama darling. Harry might be stupid but he's not stupid enough to not understand what's going on"

Hot tears started feeling my eyes. How could he do this to me.

"How long is... How long are you together" I said through a sob

"Harry no-"

"Since June"

Since June. It was December. In two weeks it was Christmas. How could he do this to me.

"You see" Trump continues"my dear Obama here was bored seeing you being surrounded by all those stupid girls and well... Seeing all those rumors about you and that bandmate of yours Lewis and he needed an escape. Fortunately I was there to calm him down "

"Obama is that true? " My voice was broken

"Harry no-"

"Obama- you know very well that what's going on between me and Louis is a stunt for our relationship-"

"Harry I-"

"Don't talk Obama. You know I would never never cheat on you. I would never have eyes for someone else. And here you are cheating on me with Trump who you know how much I hate and how bad he treats me. I know this is hard, having to keep our relationship secret, but we were supposed to come out soon- You know what Obama? I'm done with you. It's over. You can continue being with Trump. I'm leaving "

With that I turned around and I ran off the stairs crying. I left the house but I didn't know what to do.

Louis I had to see Louis.

He would understand. He'd know what to tell me.

I called a cab and I went at Louis' house