Under The Stage Lights- Hobama

part one

obama's pov

l was watching harry's performance intensely. I hated this type of music but l loved watching harry. The way his slim figure looked so effortlessly beautiful in the flashing stage lights. The way his sweat dripped from his hair and onto his face. The way his voice sounded so amazing without even trying. l guess l was staring too long because there was a problem down in my pants. Michelle turned to me "Honey are you enjoying the show?" she said quietly. l was enjoying it a little too much. "Yes honey, love it" l said back to her. Michelle gave me a weird look and turned back to the show. It was nearing the end of the show and Harry said this will be the last song for the night. This is my chance l thought. l turned to Michelle "Honey, i'm gonna use the bathroom" l said. Not waiting for an answer l quickly sat up and left hastily. l went into the bathroom and thought of ways l could meet Harry. l could go backstage, l mean no ones gonna
say anything because i'm the president. I decided that that's what i was going to do. l left the bathroom and found my way to the backstage area. By the time l got backstage the concert was over and Harry was getting his pictures taken with fans. I waited patiently for Harry to take a picture with me but when he saw me he quickly looked away and went to take a picture with a different fan. I became really jealous. Why would Harry pick a fan to take a picture with when he could take a picture with the president. Angrily l stormed out of the room and walked out the building. l waited beside the door for a few seconds trying to calm myself down so Michelle wouldn't get suspicious. l sighed and started walking back
to my car. I opened the drivers seat and turned to Michelle. "Hey" l said quietly. "Hey honey, You okay?" She asked sincerely. "I'm fine l just ran into a bunch of people in the bathroom. "Okay honey..." She said skeptically. I sighed and began driving home.