Third person pov
Harry and obommy spent years apart after that fated day😔😔. The only remnents of their fiery love in harrys song watermelon sugar. Every once in a while obama would think back to the good old days and he would sing "tastes like strawberries" under his breath.
Hairy wasnt much better. After his first and last love was ripped away from him he could never love again, choosing to torture himself by dating Olivia Wilde 🤮 his biggest regret was leaving his wittle pookie all alone.😔
All they heard from eachother was crickets.....until.................
Obama was in his bedroom singing to jojo while violently sobbing. He heard a slight noise on his window. Grabbing his pink diamond y2k hello kitty taser he crept towards the window. Throwing open the window and looking down his heart STOPPED.
In all his glory was none other than harry styles. Obama could notice that receding hairline from a mile away. He was so excited he jumped for joy and as he was squealing and giggling like a teenage girl.....
his feet slipped
his excitement quickly turned into fear as he tumbled out the window
the fear in harrys eyes didnt come close to the fear that obama was feeling in that moment
harry tried to catch him
but it was too late. it happened too fast
the last words obama ever heard was " i love you my sweet baby angel"
and there on that front yard of 42nd president barack obamas house was where two souls died that day.
Harry had planned to marry Obommy and start a family.
He never recovered the loss and he spent his remaining 109 years on this cruel earth picking up the pieces of his broken heart.
the end
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hobama: a tragedy
FanfictionIn this modern thriller a heartfelt story is told about two people from opposite sides of the tracks. Will they come together to become the first ever gay presidents or will their differences tear them apart....there's only one way to find out.
