When Can I See You Again? {Hobama AU}

Chapter 1

"Harry are you ready to go?" Liam asked as he gathered his things around. Harry frowned and shook his head, pouting like the child he is.

"I don't understand why we have to meet the fucking president of the US. Like, what's the point of that?"

"Well, it's for publicity." he sighed softly. "Now come on, or we'll be late for our plane."

Harry nods and stands up, shyly glancing at Louis before getting into the van. They sat fairly close to each other, both too shy to say anything. They've had crushes on each other for a while, but neither wanted to admit it.

Harry's known he was gay since he was 12 years old, when he accidentally saw gay porn on his older sister's laptop. That gave him his first boner, and he hasn't looked at men the same ever since.

"Hazza?" Louis asked while fidgeting in his seat. "I was wondering if maybe when we get back from Washington DC we could go out to-"

"I'm starving!" Niall yelled loudly and threw himself over Liam's lap. "And I miss Zayn! I'm starving for Zayn!"

Harry bursted into cackles, everyone soon following suit after noticing that Niall doesn't even realise what he's just said.

When they all arrived at the airport, Harry was definitely wasting time while he pulled his luggage in. He was in no rush to meet this dude.

Did he think he was better than everyone else or something? Just because he's the president? He's a fucking dickhead, for all Harry knows.

"Do we have to go?" he sighed deeply and pouted. Liam nodded, quite annoyed with Harry's attitude by now, and forced them all into the plane.

Harry took a seat by himself on the private jet, but Louis was quick to sit next to the younger lad.

"Hey Haz," he smiled and rested a hand on his knee.

"Um... hi..." Harry said and flicked Louis' hand away. "What's up?"

"Well I was trying to ask you something in the car earlier but I was interrupted."

"Okay... well, um, you can ask now if you'd like to." Harry mumbled and played with his phone.

"Right, yeah," Louis chuckled. "Do you wanna go see a movie with me? And like, go out to dinner?"

"Sure! We can invite the lads and make a night out!" Harry excitedly jumped up to tell Niall and Liam. but Louis yanked him back down.

"No, that's not what I meant..." he said softly. Harry only looked at him in confusion.

"Well what did you mean, then?"

"I mean like... A date."

"Oh." Harry said, his eyes widening slightly. He wasn't expecting that. "Okay, well... maybe we should wait until after we get back to make plans and stuff."

"All right..." Louis mumbled, clearly upset with the answer.

"I mean, I definitely do wanna go on a date with you!" Harry blurted, blushing slightly. "I would love that actually, but I just need some time to process it, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Louis smiled and went back to his own seat.

Harry thought it over. A lot. He couldn't believe that the boy he's been crushing on for 5 years is finally asking him out! He decided that he couldn't wait for the date, and he most definitely couldn't wait for what would come after the date.

"You should sleep, we'll be on this thing for a while." Liam whispered, cradling an already sleeping Niall.

Harry nodded softly and pulled out a neck pillow, slowly closing his eyes and dozing off to the thought of his sweet, sweet Louis.

•••

"We're here!" Liam cheered and woke everyone up. "Welcome to Washington DC!"

"Shut up," Harry groaned and tried to roll over, but failed seeing as he isn't really in a bed.

Liam rolled his eyes anyway and pulled the boy up, dragging all the seemingly lifeless lads out to the limo that would be taking them to their final destination.

When Harry finally realised that he was actually meeting the president of the United States, he became jittery. What if Mr. Obama didn't like him?

When they reached the White House, Harry was a nervous and shaking mess. He practically had to be dragged out of the car and into the building by the other 3 lads.

As soon as they entered the building, they were met with a big red carpet and a big chandelier, along with a bunch of big security guards. Basically, this place is big.

Men wearing black suits came over, checking the boys to make sure they weren't carrying any weapons or anything.

When they were cleared, they started walking down a seemingly endless hall with walls covered in portraits of previous presidents.

Finally, they reached a big wooden door with intricate designs on it and more than 3 people guarding it.

"This is it..." Harry whispered, as if Obama could actually hear him.

"Don't be nervous, Haz." Niall comforted him and patted his back. "Just pretend like you're visiting an old friend. Except, your old friend is now the president of the United States and if you touch him you'll probably be arrested or something."

"Right, no pressure." I mumbled sarcastically as the door to the Oval Office was opened for us, revealing a handsome, defined man sitting behind a large wooden desk covered in pictures of his presumed family.

Let's just say some not-so-innocent thoughts flashed through Harry's mind.

"Ah, hello boys!" Obama smiled widely, especially at Harry. "I've been expecting you! I've been anticipating this a long time, my daughters are huge fans."

"H-Hi Mr. Obama..." Harry stuttered, blushing at his stupidity. How could he stutter like that while talking to the president?!

"Please," he chuckled. "call me Barack."

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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE

I JUST WROTE A THOUSAND WORDS OF HOBAMA FAN FICTION.

but hey. you just read all that shit.

what are you doing with your life?

seriously.

even worse, Wattpad deleted the chapter after I wrote it so I had to rewrite ALL OF THAT

FUCK
ME
IN
THE
ASS

I love you

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