Husky pov
I'm sitting in my room. I don't know what to do. I love both of them. Harry and Obama. My legs fucking hurt. My thighs tighten everything I walk. My day is shitty.
I loved the start but now...I want to climb into a dumpster and die.
I love both and am interested in dating both but I'm not a cheater. I curl up on my bed and decide to just take out my phone. I do what I always do when I have no idea what's going on. I google it.
What the hell is polyamory?
I click on it.
"It's when a person feels a romantic attraction to multiple people at the same time and dates both with each person's consent and knowledge. Most of the time the other people are polyamorous as well." I read aloud. Well fuck. Could that be me? Is my sexuality more complicated than I originally thought?
I just want to settle this and take a quiz. It says I am. So I take another one. And another one. And another one. I slam my phone down on my bed in frustration.
I start crying. I get I shouldn't be crying but this is shit I didn't want to deal with. What if they don't want to? What will happen?
I lay down and scream into my pillow. Fuck.
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The Culinary Massacre
RomanceMe and my friend wrote this as a way to make fun of our culinary teacher. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning⚠️ Smut, and lots of it CANNON ENDING ON @frogz3210 ACCOUNT NOW WITH A CHARACTER AI FOR MR HUSKEY!!!!!!
