Hobama: a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Chapter 4

Obama's pov:

Days go by and I try to contact Harry but I can't. Every time I see him on the road he's with Louis and I can't go near him.

A week later I decided to go for a walk. I wasn't looking for Harry. I had lost every hope. But still I went at the park we used to go for our dates.

When I arrived at the park I went towards our bench but someone else was sitting there. I could recognize him from miles away.

It was Harry. Alone. That was my chonce.

I went towards him and I saw that he was crying. I wanted to hug him.

"Hi" I said slowly

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-obama? " He said

"Can I talk to you?"

He didn't answer.

"Is Louis here? "

He shook his head.

"Can I sit here?"

"Ummmm sure" He answered.

I felt a glimpse of hope inside me(just like I wanted to feel him).

I sat down.

"Look Harry. I know that you probably hate me and you're right but I just wanted to tell you that I wasn't myself and I still love you. I love you so much. You're all I want Harry, so much it's hurting. And I hope you forgive me someday"

I started to get up when I felt a hand on my elbow.

"Sit"

I did as I was told.

"I love you too. I still do I mean. I tried to find happiness in Louis but I realized that I couldn't love someone more than I love you. Every time I would be with Louis I had you on my mind. I-"

He didn't finish his sentence because he kissed me. He pulled away and he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled for a second and then he put it on his ear.

"Yes. Louis? Yeah... Well... I wanna break up" He said and then he looks at me.

"Let's go home" He said. And we did.