*Btw in this magical universe, it is still 2023 but Obama is still president, so please don't bully me about the factual inaccuracies*
My heart was pounding. My head was throbbing. The walls were vibrating. All of the sound around me was muffled. My focus was on him. Harry. He was wearing a white suit with a black button up, and his hair was slicked back. He was somehow even more beautiful in person than he was online. He was here to perform for all of the presidents, prime ministers, and even the king. He smiled at everyone, but his gaze landed on me. He raised his brows a little bit, and then shook it off. He starting singing "Can't Help Falling In Love With You," by Elvis, and he was staring at me the whole time. I had to talk to him.
After his performance, when everyone was mingling, I went up to him.
"Harry, you sound like an angel flew down from the heavens and granted us with the gift of your voice." I said, blushing a little. My heart was racing.
"That is the best compliment I've ever gotten. Thank you, Barack." He said, with his gorgeous accent. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Say my name again." I burst out. I slapped my hand over my mouth. I couldn't believe I had just said that. He raised his eyebrows. He looked around. No one was looking at us.
"Barack, will you come home with me?" He whispered in my ear.
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When Harry Met Obama
FanfictionHarry and Obama have heard of each other, but they did not know how deep their love would run until they met each other.
