Lines We Cross // Kamala Harris x Female Reader

I stared out the airplane window as New York receded beneath me. I was going home, but this time I wasn't exacly excited. The hum of the engines filled the cabin, but my mind was anything but quiet. Kamala had told me we’d face this together, but I was scared that one of us will break that promise.

As soon as the airplane landed, I was met with flashing cameras and a barrage of shouted questions. I felt my pulse quicked and my anxiety rise.

“Natalie, are you Kamala Harris’s secret girlfriend?”
“Have you broken up the Second Gentleman’s marriage?”
“How do you respond to claims that this relationship is inappropriate?”

As soon as I saw my manager, Anna, was waiting near baggage claim, my expression a mix of relief and worry. I rushed over to her, not wanting to hear anymore of what the paparazzi have to say.

“Get in the car,” Anna barked, demanding me through the chaos.

Inside the SUV, I sank into the leather seat, pulling my sunglasses down to hide my face.

“Has it always like this? I remember it way less bussy- but idk, might just be me.” my voice was dripping with sarcassm, I was trying to make the situation more lighthearted because I had no idea what else to do.

Anna sighed, clearly not getting the joke and sarcassm. “Not usually this bad. But you’re not just a Hollywood actress anymore. You’re the Hollywood actress linked to the President. It’s a whole different level of exposure."

I rubbed my temples. “What’s the damage so far?”

Anna handed me a tablet. “See for yourself.”

The headlines were brutal:

Scandal in the White House? Kamala Harris and Hollywood Starlet Caught in Love Triangle!

Doug Emhoff’s Public Support Hides Private Turmoil!

Natalie Pendleton: America’s Homewrecker?

My stomach churned as I read throught the headlines. I had expected backlash, but seeing it laid out so publicly was overwhelming. It was like a slap into the face, something dragging me back into the reality that this wasn't actually just some silly flirting anymore.

“Damage control?” I asked weakly, raising an eyebrow and tilting my head to look at Anna.

“I’ve already started,” Anna said. “I’ve got an interview lined up with a trusted outlet where you can set the record straight, but we need to tread carefully. You’re not just representing yourself—you’re representing her.”

I nodded, my resolve hardening. If I was going to face this, I needed to do it head-on.

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Marshall’s POV

Marshall’s team delivered as promised. They unearthed every detail about Natalie’s life—her past relationships, her outspoken political views, even her rocky relationship with her strict father.

“Run this one,” Marshall said, pointing to a file. “Natalie Pendleton: A Troubled Starlet’s Rise to Fame. Focus on her instability. Make her look erratic, unreliable. It’ll reflect poorly on Kamala.”

One of his aides hesitated. “Sir, this might come off as a personal attack. The public could sympathize with her.”

Marshall sneered. “They won’t if we frame it right. Make it about Kamala’s judgment. The President aligning herself with someone so... carefree? That’s the angle.”

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Kamala’s POV

The morning briefing was tense. Kamala’s communications director, Lisa, placed a stack of tabloid clippings on the table.

“This is what we’re up against,” Lisa said, her tone clipped. “They’re targeting Natalie. Hard. If this keeps up, it could undermine everything we’ve worked for.”

Kamala frowned, skimming the headlines. The attacks were vicious, but it was the assumptions about her judgment that stung the most.

“Can we counter this?” she asked.

Lisa hesitated. “We can try, but it’s risky. If we issue a statement defending her, it might draw even more attention. And if she speaks out, the press will dissect every word.”

Kamala leaned back in her chair, feeling the weight of the situation. She had fought battles like this before, but this one felt different. It was way too personal.

“I’ll talk to Natalie,” she said finally. “We’ll figure out the best course of action together.”

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I sat across from the journalist, the camera lights glaring down on me. Anna had prepped menextensively, but my palms were still sweaty.

“Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Natalie,” the journalist began. “Let’s get right to it. Im sure the thing that everyone is most curious about - the rumors about your relationship with Madam President Harris have taken the world by storm. What do you have to say to the critics who claim your involvement is inappropriate, or even dangerous?”

I took a deep breath. “First of all, I want to make it clear that I deeply respect President Harris and her family. This is a private matter, and I won’t be discussing details of my personal life. But I will say this: my relationship with Kamala has been built on mutual respect and honesty. I understand the scrutiny, but I hope people can separate fact from speculation and hate.”

The journalist pressed on. “Do you think your involvement has endangered her political career?”

My jaw tightened. “Kamala Harris is one of the most capable, resilient leaders I’ve ever known. If her career is in danger or jeopardy, it’s not because of her personal life—it’s because people are more interested in sensationalism than substance.”

Anna gave her a slight nod from behind the cameras. She was handling it well.

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Kamala’s POV

Watching Natalie’s interview from the White House, Kamala felt a swell of pride. Natalie had faced the fire with grace and poise, refusing to be reduced to a tabloid caricature.

But the fight wasn’t over. Marshall’s machine would keep grinding, and the public’s appetite for drama wouldn’t wane anytime soon.

As Kamala turned off the TV, her phone buzzed.

“Hey,” Natalie said, her voice steadier than it had been in days.

“You were incredible,” Kamala said.

Natalie laughed softly. “Guess I’m getting used to this.”

Kamala’s tone turned serious. “We’re in this together. And no matter what happens, I won’t let them tear us apart.”

Natalie’s voice softened. “I know. I believe in us. Oh btw, since im already back home we should schedule something up... i miss u.”

Kamala stayed quiet for a second, Kamala was lowkey really flustered by the "i miss u". Gosh it was so simple still it catched her off guard. "I miss you too... We really should." She replied.
They continued to talk for a bit more untill it was time to go.

As the call ended, Kamala felt a renewed sense of purpose. The battle was far from over, yes they were moving forward and hopefully they were already atleast halfway thro but they still had to stay cautious, and even after all this they were still stronger together.

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A/N : Nat slaying that interview fr, media and public training queens.
Btw im literally so tired so if u do notice any misclicks or bad spelling please do let me know.

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