When Harry Met Obama

Chapter 2: Harry

This wasn't my first gay affair. There was Louis from 1 Direction, and we had hooked up a couple of times. Next was Simon Cowell after the audition with my boys. He said that I was the hottest guy he had ever seen. Chris Pine, while working on Don't Worry Darling. Oh, and I can't forget Danny Devito. He DMed me and told me that we should meet up the next time I was in L.A. But Barack, besides Louis, was the only one I had feelings for.

We ended up going back to my place, and over the next year, we slowly started getting closer and closer. I'm sure it would have happened faster if there wasn't Olivia and Michelle. I'm not sure about Michelle, but Olivia was always asking me why I was hanging out with him. I could tell she suspected something, but even if she went through my phone, she wouldn't find anything, because we made sure to always talk in code, in case a fan hacked one of us.

He was a wonderful man. He made my days brighter, and I would light up when he would text. Suddenly, concerts were more fun, award shows weren't so boring, and if there was an event that I would see him at, my life was perfect in the days leading up to it.

I decided I would call Taylor. Even though she was my ex, we had grown to be very good friends. She has great advice.

"Harry? How are you?" She picked up after two rings.

"I need advice."

"Hit me."

"I am dating Olivia, right?"

"Right."

"I think I love someone else."

"What's her name?" She had known about my hookups, but I never told her that I had feelings for Louis.

"Um, it's Barack."

There was a pause. "As in, Obama?"

"Yes. Him. That one."

She gasped. "Harry! Wow! This is amazing!"

"What about Olivia?"

Another pause. "Oh, yeah. Her. Leave her."

"Bu-but, I like her?"

"O-kay, then leave Barack."

That thought makes me shiver. It hurts me. "Not happening."

"Sleep on it. Listen, I got to go. I've got to work out some final details for 1989, but call me once you have this all figured out, okay?"

"Thank you, Taylor."

"Anytime, Harry."

I was lying in bed when Olivia comes into the room, coming home from work.

"Hey, hot stuff," she says to me, setting down her purse and climbing onto me. As she kisses my neck, all I can think of is Barack. I know my choice.

One day, we met up at a chill cafe.

"Harry, I would like to become official. I will leave Michelle if you will leave Olivia." Barack said, very serious.

"I will. I will leave her. Barack, I think I love you."

He smiled at me. "Harry, I know I love you."

I pulled him forward and kissed him. I loved this man.