FALLING TO PIECES

Chapter Two

Side Note: This entire chapter is written about when Obama and Harry first met.

It was July 2014 when Harry met Obama. One Direction had been invited to sing at the White House for a charity gathering they were hosting. All the boys were extremely nervous, as they were eager to impress the president. That was back when everything between Harry and Louis was as good as it had ever been. But that day at the White House was when everything changed, for better or for worse. Harry had seen Obama through pictures and video before, but he never expected him to be so breathtaking. His dark brown eyes, the colour of melting chocolate. The way his skin creased so elegantly around his eyes when he smiled. When Obama gripped his hand so firmly to shake it, Harry's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. His voice, so deep and masculine. The way he greeted them with such kindness. The welcoming smile that made Harry feel at home. Maybe it was just Harry's imagination, but it almost seemed like Obama was paying more attention to him than the other boys, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Harry couldn't help but stare at Obama and imagine what it would be like to wake up to see that face everyday. To be held in his muscular arms. So be kissed by his lips. Harry couldn't help but feel slightly guilty thinking such thoughts when standing next to his own beautiful boyfriend, especially considering how jealous Louis could get, but he brushed aside these feelings, Obama was married anyways, and to a woman nonetheless. The rest of the night went well, the boys enjoyed themselves and maybe drank a little too much. But something was tugging at Harry's mind. He could not get Obama out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about the way he smiled at him, or the way his hand felt in Harry's when they shook hands for the first time. He decided that it must have been due to their excess drinking, and tried to enjoy the rest of the night, but there was still that unease that he couldn't shake.

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Later that night ...

Harry was exhausted, Louis had definitely worn him out, but he still laid there, hours into the night, unable to fall asleep. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he had moaned Obama's name. Thank God Louis hadn't seemed to notice. Why couldn't harry stop thinking about him? What was happening to Harry? He didn't know, he had a talented, generous, beautiful, sarcastic, caring, creative, hilarious, sassy, strong-willed boyfriend of his own. Why would he want Obama? After hours of fitful self-reflection, Harry was finally able to fall asleep.