♡ Presidential Feelings • Biden × Trump × Obama ♡

▪︎ Chapter 22 ; Revenge ▪︎

   The presidents rushed back to the gyattmobile. They had no time to waste. Nixon decided to drive this time.

  "At least you don't have to sit on my lap again," Biden spoke. "Maybe I liked it, though," Obama smirked. "Y'all some gay ass motherfuckas you know that," Nixon chuckled. Biden smiled, but it quickly faded.

  "Biden..." Obama sighed.

  "I'm sorry. He's in a better place now, but... it wasn't his time yet," Biden got teary-eyed. "I know, I know," Obama frowned, "he's watching over us."

  Obama held Bidens hand, Biden rested his head on Obama's shoulder.

  "Hey nerd, where's Trump headed," Nixon asked, looking at Truman. "He's headed south towards... area 51.."

  All the presidents looked up at Truman.

  "Area 51.. oh my god," Biden eyes widened.

  "Shit," Obama realized.

  Area 51 was home to everything weird. Aliens, UFOs, forbidden weapons, but most importantly... oil. Oil so powerful that it could fuel a second titanic for a decade.

  "Truman, get me Donald's stats," Nixon commanded.

  "His heart rate seems normal but his blood pressure is high. He's expecting something, something big."

  Obama and Biden made eye contact, they both knew what this meant for them.

  Obama looked back at Nixon and Truman. "We need somebody, and I know who," Obama informed.

  "Another president?" Nixon questioned.

  "No, somebody better. We need Harry Styles," Obama enforced.

   Due to the power of the first amendment, they just couldn't refuse. But they could ask.

  "How will Harry styles help us? This is a presidential matter," Truman asked.

  "No no, he's right Truman. Regretably, I know Donald. Harry styles is his bias. We could get him to convince Donald to stop whatever he's doing," Joe grinned.

  "Then what are we doing, let's turn this car around," Nixon spoke. He drifted the car and hit the gas pedal.

  "It'll take Trumpy a couple of hours to get to area 51, we have time," Truman said, adjusting his glasses.

  "Okay, but what's the plan," Nixon asked.

  "Okay, here's the plan;"

1. Get Harry Styles
2. Get to area 51
3. Convince Donald not to steal the oil for whatever he needs it for
4. In the case Donald refuses, we fight.
5. Assuming we win, imprison Donald for his crimes.

  Truman spoke, "any other ideas?"

  "Not an idea, but a question. Obviously Donald needs oil. He's an illegal alien. What if Donald is trying to take over the world? It makes sense. He was president, he had control over the world, now he doesn't. Maybe he's trying to find another way?" Biden suggested. Biden began to think, maybe this really was all his fault?

  "Seems likely, but the question is, why didn't he act sooner? Your theory makes sense, but there's just some holes. Who knows. But I think you're onto something," Truman replied.

  It would take around 3 hours before they got to Harry's residents, so the presidents decided to rest.

  After a while, Nixon arrived at Harry's mansion. It seemed even bigger than the whitehouse, which was crazy.

  "Psst, we're here," Nixon smiled, looking at the back seat.

  Obama was cuddled with Joe, they were fast asleep. Nixon smiled. He'll let the two love birds rest for now. Nixon pressed the buzzer, informing Harry somebody was at the gates.

  "Ello luv, how may I help ya," Harry styles inquired.

  "Harry, it's me," Nixon said.

  "AH, long time no see old pal, come on in luv," Harry replied. A buzz could be heard from the other side of the mic as the gates opened.

  The others didn't know, but they were about to find out about Nixon and Harry's past.