hobama crack fic

HOBAMA CRACK FIC part 1

Harry Styles and Obama live very different worlds, one is a former president, and one is a singer but what happens when these two worlds meet at a party thrown by Obama himself.

Harry's Pov

I'm going to a party thrown by Obama, my number 1 celebrity crush. I'm so nervous I thought as I put on a expensive outfit and putting in my contacts, sticking them in my bright green orbs. I have always admired Obama he's beautiful brown orbs his hot chocolate body and his hot sense of style oh how i admire his dark navy suits that fit nice and tight hugging his curves perfectly and that's only in pictures imaging him in real life oh I'm just getting so horny just thinking about it.

Obama's Pov

"I'm so excited to throw this party but there's always a downside. My disgusting ugly wife Michelle is going to be there!!" I say to Guy Fieri, my secret boyfriend, he's wonderful but he's so protective over me. I've been trying to break up with him for ages but every time I try, I feel so guilty. I take of my maid outfit i had on it was short and frilly and changed into a dark navy suit "Michelle is always in my shit guy the only reason i married her is as a cover up for me you know how many times i almost got outed you know what that would to to my image DO YOU" "uh... I guess" says guy scratching his head. He had yet to take off his black leather mask and slutty costume "really guy you guess?"

At the party Harry's Pov

I'm finally at the party, I think to myself in my bedazzled dress. the party was in big ball room with a extravagant diamond chandelier and i started to scan the room for Obama and boom there he was in the middle of a crowded room next to his wife Michelle she was clinging onto his arm in her short sluty nurse outfit and her gyaru makeup and ten foot stiletto heels but then my eyes lock with Obama and he gives me a smirk which makes my cock throb.

At the party Obama's Pov

I'm standing around in a large ball room with hundreds of people and they all want to speak to me i hate that the only through this party is because i was becoming irrelevant and losing money and it doesn't help that my tramp wife is clinging on to me it's annoying it's like she's pulling me down well she is 3'4 and 500kgs but who cares the world loves her fat ass. she's genuinely a fugly bitch then finally a stop getting asked questions and Michelle takes over for me and i start to look around the room and i make eye contact with one of my favorite singers harry styles his music's really good I mean I love his music but i hate his new fans there so annoying always thirsting over him I mean I do it just not online and i love all his underground songs like shape of you or fabulous from high school musical and i give him a quick smirk and i watch him blush that silly baka I bet he doesn't know that I know he wants me.

At the party Harry's Pov

I'm still star struck that Obama even looked at me let alone smiled at me it was great but i realize that I'm rock hard and people are staring so i start to turn around I'm so horny i thought i need to rub one out right now to the thought of daddy Obama my chocolate king so i speed walk to the toilet and i start to go down the hall leading to the toilet and i can hear big footsteps is someone following me? I thought as i turned around to look boom i got pushed against the wall i opened my shy eyes hoping for Obama but no "guy fieri? "

Part 2 coming soon.