♡ Presidential Feelings • Biden × Trump × Obama ♡

▪︎ Chapter 23 ; Harry Styles ▪︎

  The gyattmobile drove into the parking lot, where Harry Styles was waiting for the group. "Ello luvs," Harry greeted. "Harry, I'm sure you've seen the news by now," Nixon remarked. "Ah, who hasn't?" Harry laughed, "Come inside, we can chit chat over tea."

  The presidents followed Harry Styles into his mega mansion. They sat at a tea table, each with their fine China cups filled to the brim. "As we were saying,  Trump's rampage has been everywhere. Ever since he raided the Pentagon, he's the face of the news," Nixon continued. Harry stopped to sip his tea. Truman began, "Well, Obama here believes you may be able to stop him."

  Harry stopped sipping his tea for a second before continuing. His silence on the matter left the presidents on edge. Harry put down his cup on a coaster, then looked up at Obama. "Me? How so," Harry questioned. "You are his bias, you know," Obama stated. "I know, he's came to all my tours and has sent me plenty fanmail, I could get them for you lot if you'd like," Harry Styles suggested.

  "That... that would actually be very great," Biden realized. "Really?" Obama questioned. "Yeah, it might have some clues," Biden responded. Harry styles ordered his butler to fetch them Trump's fanmail. There was plenty to go through, so they each picked a pile and began to read. "He confessed his ear is fake in this one, apparently some guy shot it off at a rally back then," Truman remarked. "Ew, yeah, I remember that," Obama groaned. Biden giggled at the memory.

  "In here he says he wants Harry Styles to visit his home state soon," Nixon said, rolling his eyes. "Who invited a celebrity to their house, that's so weird," Truman cringed. "I get plenty mail like this, I even receive used pantaloons every week or so," Harry Styles richly laughed.

  Joe flicked through multiple letters, then came across adrawing. "He drew area 51 here. Just further backs up our theory of where he's headed." "We already knew that though, we need something solid. Something that gives us his reason. Maybe then we can stop him," Obama sighed.

  Nixon had gone through his pike rather quickly. He seemed to think this was a perfect breaktime to catch up with Harry Styles. "Nixon, lock in," Obama regarded. "Sorry, it's just... it's been so long," Nixon spoke. "Fnaf reference?" Biden asked. "No.. listen, guys, I haven't been so honest with you," Nixon sweated.

  Truman looked away, as if he knew what was coming. "Nixon, truman... Maybe Harry, what are you guys hiding.." Obama said, looking to confirm with Biden that he knew nothing too. "I'm... I'm transracial," Nixon bit his lip with anxiety. "I always had a thought, why didn't you tell me? We're best friends," Truman said with a crumbling voice.

  "After I was turned away from presidency, I knew America wasn't for me; it never was me. I knew I was British since I was a young lad, Harry styles was my pen pal. He wrote me though it all. When I became president, we stopped talking. But the entire time my thoughts were all his. I messed up, BADLY. But if I catch Trump, if I do this one thing, I can make it all up. I can be British unregretably.

  "Ew, I hate the British. I'm going to pretend you dont exsist" Obama said. "Thanks for being race-affirming Obamna," Nixon smiled. Truman smiled, but the hurt in his eyes knowing his best friend was a liar was apparent. They all looked at Harry Styles, who was looking at Nixon's pile of fanmail. "Wait, we completely went over this one. It says he wants me to visit his home state? Is his home state not America?"

  "I figured that out early on, Trump is an illegal alien," Obama spoke, "He's headed to area 51 for some oil. He's already gotten some metal scraps from the pentagon, he just needs to... oh my god," Obama stopped in his tracks. "Obama..?" Joe questioned. "He hasn't built the space ship yet.. we don't have to convince him, we can just stop him," Obama's eyes widened.

  "Oh my days! We don't need Harry Styles after all." Nixon said, more British then ever. Harry sat at the table, sipping his cold tea once more. "Nixon... promise me you'll stay safe, I can't loose you any more.." Harry Styles blushed. "I'm sorry, but I can't promise anything." Nixon sighed. They already lost Dumpyton, any one of them could be next. They all ran back to the batmobile. "I'm going to take a couple of these letters if you don't mind," Biden said, scooping up some important notes. "Perfectly fine with me luv," Harry Styles said, waving Biden goodbye.

  They all buckled their seat belts and sped so fast that they broke Harry Styles gate open. Obama was speeding. Truman sat in the front, still upset. He couldn't bare to sit next to a liar. "Truman, you know I've wanted to tell you for so long. I liberally invited you over for tea before we got the message about a presidential meeting. "You're litterally from Ohio blud stop the cap," Truman rolled his eyes. Biden and Obama felt the intensity. Obama looked out the window, he caught Biden starting at him in the reflection.

  Despite the tense air, the aura surrounding Biden was calm and peaceful. It reminded Obama of a Tall Sakura tree on a breezy autumn day. Obama turned to look at Biden. "Since we're apologizing, You've never told me if you've forgiven me," Obama said. "I would but I think you need to prove yourself, just a little bit more," Biden blushed. "Whatever works for you," Obama said, and went back to staring out the window. "Also, keep your eyes on the road, not me," Obama winked. Biden blushed harder.

  "Yall are fact gots," Nixon gagged. "SHUT UP YOURE BRITISH DONT TALK TO ME," Obama yelled. "My sincerest apologies original gangster," Nixon apologized. They were all forming their own clouds here (ūwū). "Hang on gangalicious, I'm getting a 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵," Truman said, picking up the phone. "Hello??" Truman asked, his face serioused, then he put the phone on speaker. "Wait, repeat that," Truman said. "Truman, it's me, Abraham, Putin just called me, Russia is under attack, and it's not at the hands of people."

  Everybody went silent. "I don't have much time, I need to protect the Whitehouse. Whatever plan you guys have, make it quick. We think Trump has called for backup." Just like that, Abrababe hung up. The presidents all looked at eachother with shock. This wasn't just America's mission now, it was the world's.