Harry pov
Obama is on the phone. I know because he woke me up. My legs are a bit sore and I have hickeys...everywhere.
Then he hangs up and gets up hurriedly. He's scaring me.
"We fucked up..." He says tugging pants on.
"What?" I say confused and scared.
"Husky. He's the killer. We pissed him off. We made him upset and he took Barthemew." He says.
"WHAT!?" I say rocketing myself out of bed.
I quickly tug my clothes on. I grab his hand and run to my car.
We're in.
"Put your seat belt on because I going to commit several war crimes." I say while gripping the steering wheel.
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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!!!!!!
