Hobama: a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Chapter 3

Obama's pov

It's been weeks since Harry caught me in bed with Trump. I tried to call him and tell him that I wasn't myself. That I wasn't the Obama they all know and love. He never returned my calls.

I felt my heart breaking when I found out that he and Louis got into an official relationship.

I wanted harry back. But he seemed so happy when he was with Louis.

I bet he doesn't miss me at all, but I do and I wanna talk to him. I need to talk to him. So I call him.

"Yes" Someone answers.

"Hi. Is Harry there?"

"Who are you?"

"Obama"

"Go fuck yourself" They say and they hung up.

That must have been Louis. I think.
I didn't know what to do anymore.

I go to my bedroom and I lie on the bed and I hug Harry's pillow.But it doesn't smell like Harry anymore. It smells like Trump.

Trump.

I had to call him and tell him that I wanna break up with him.

"Obama my babagworl what do you want?"

"I want to break up"

"What"

"I said I want to break up"

"With Harry? Haven't you two broken up already?"

"No you idiot I wanna break up with you"

"You musty rusty crusty dusty dustbin. Is this about Harry?"

"Yes I love him and what I did was a mistake. You, us that was a mistake. I only love Harry I've never loved you."

"Fine. Besides Biden is so much better than you." He says and be hungs up.

I feel a relief. The only thing I have to do is talk to Harry.