Just as soon as we settled into my twin bed, there was quite a commotion coming from outside. I think I saw a helicopter land on my front lawn. Out stepped a six foot one man with aviator sunglasses on. He had a blue suit and a burnt sienna tie. His baseball cap said "grandmas boy" on it. It was the forty fourth president of the united states of america, Barack Obama.
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"Oh bloody hell" Harry muttered as he jumped up and saw who was outside the window. "Why is he here baby?" I wailed at my cutie baby boy. "It's, um, it's, uh, yeah, um, it's my ex" "WHAT?!????!??!!" how could I not be my butter muffins first love? "It was a small thing I swear!" But his words couldn't reassure me. I knew that if Barack was coming to see him after we had already gotten married, it had to be important, and they weren't just a passing flame. They must've been a passionate fire.🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 BANG! Instead of knocking, Barack Obama shot our doorknob. "WHERE IS HE" Shouted Obama (who's last name we don't know) I clutched my 1D blanket that I cut to only have harry on it to my chest as I was too frightened that I would lose my Shmoopie bear to this intruder. "Don't worry love, I'll handle this" Harry remarked as he pulled a triumphant sword out of his ass. It read "Y/N FOREVER" it almost brought me to tears as I thought about how fast he must've had it made. But before I could admire his love for me, I spotted something else permanently on my Harry. "What's that on ur ass cheek boo boo bear?" I asked, worried. "A scar from my past." He responded, looking down at the large tattoo that said "this piece of ass belongs to the 44th president of the USA" with a large picture of the man facing my boo. "I'm sorry babe i couldn't get it removed, but I swear to simon cowell(who I think is his god), I am devoted to you now." "I believe you" By now Obama had gotten up the ladder to the attic I live in, and was furiously banging on the door. "COME OUT SHMOOPIE" Said the man who I thought was nothing alike to me, except I realized how wrong I was about that when he screamed frantically for MY shmoopie. Me and Obama were one and the same. We both frantically loved Harrison Edward Styles, and loved him the same ways. I didn't catch Harry's eye because I was special, he wanted Obama 2.0. But I could respect that. He loved me enough to marry me when I had only known him a day. I knew he loved me more, but where did that love stem from?
