Dreams Come True ‖ Kevin Leonardo x Reiner Braun

♡ Chapter 3.5 ♡

Barack Obama was on his way home after a long day of putting up with his wife, Michelle Obama. He knew that he didn't love her, but the guilt of divorcing her was too much for his old heart to bear. His true love, however, was a man named Harry Styles...

Obama had just gotten back from the mansion he and his wife usually stayed at, under the pretence of a business meeting with the secret couple Donald Trump and Joe Biden when in reality he was on his way to meet his secret lover, Harry Styles.

Sweat dripped down his back as he bit his lip in thought. How could I be so careless? My kitten whiskers is getting worried now that rumours of our relationship have circulated the internet...I don't know what to do now...

After letting that thought sink in for a few minutes, he then realised what he must do. He made his way over to a nearby flower shop, mask on so nobody would recognise him, as he slipped into the store. He searched the aisles for the most beautiful flowers before grabbing a bundle of roses, deciding that these would be the best option.

He hummed quietly to himself as he handed over the flowers to a young lady, watching as she weaved a lace ribbon around the roses, smiling to herself in satisfaction when she saw how it came out.

"There you go, sir! I hope whoever these are for enjoys them!" Obama halted in his steps for a second, noticing the weird undertone from her voice as she spoke. She seems like she knows something...

He ignored this feeling, however, and walked out of the store, standing near a bench as he pulled out his phone to text Harry. 

Ding!

He then shifted the flowers to his left hand, his phone in the right as he walked down the sidewalk, making his way to the road. He was whistling a happy tune under his breath while smiling at the thought of Harry's reaction to the flowers when he suddenly got a notification, his phone buzzing in his pocket.

His eyebrow quirked up in delight when he noticed that it was from his beloved kitten. A wide smile graced his lips as he opened up the text.

And that's when he saw it.

A picture of his wife, Michelle Obama, and his secret lover, Harry Styles, making out in his own bedroom. Where he slept and bathed and fucked Harry Styles in.

The photo looked like it was taken from an outsider's point of view, the angle seeming to be from the window at the left side of his room, the two too busy kissing each other to notice that there was a person secretly taking pictures of them.

While Barack Obama was distracted on his phone, tears pouring from his eyes, a white truck suddenly crashed into him.