She Keeps Calling

She Keeps Calling

October London - She Keeps Calling

Oh

Baby, yeah

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling streets of Washington, D.C. Amidst the hum of city life, Kamala Harris found herself lost in thought, her mind echoing with the laughter and warmth of Y/n, the person who had captured her heart. It was a typical day for the vice president, filled with meetings and speeches, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the moments they shared—those fleeting glances, the subtle touches that ignited something deep within her.

Kamala leaned against her desk, the soft music of October London’s “She Keeps Calling” playing softly in the background. The lyrics resonated with her; each word felt like a secret he had whispered just for her, a confession of longing and desire. She closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her as she recalled the first time Y/n had walked into her life.

Oh

She keeps callin' me, yeah

I tried, but I can't leave, yeah

You got me roped in, sippin' your potion, yeah, yeah

Oh, I swore to myself that this time I'd give you up, yeah

But all I know is you're, oh

It was an unexpected meeting—a charity event where their paths crossed briefly. Kamala was drawn to Y/n’s infectious energy, the way they lit up every room they entered, captivating everyone with their charm. It didn’t take long for her to realize that beneath Y/n’s playful exterior lay a depth of intellect and compassion that matched her own.

As the days turned into weeks, their connection deepened. They would send messages back and forth, sharing late-night conversations that felt electric. Kamala found herself looking forward to their chats, her heart racing whenever she saw Y/n’s name pop up on her phone. Yet, each time she heard the familiar sound of a text notification, a part of her worried about what it meant.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

“She keeps calling,” Kamala thought, the line from the song ringing true. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that was impossible to ignore. Each interaction left her wanting more, craving the way Y/n made her feel—alive, seen, adored.

One evening, after a long day spent in meetings, Kamala decided to invite Y/n over to unwind. Her nerves fluttered as she prepared her home, wanting everything to be perfect. She set up a cozy living area, candles flickering softly, a light jazz playlist accompanying the ambiance. When Y/n arrived, they brought with them an energy that filled the room, instantly lifting Kamala’s spirits.

Oh, it seems I've gotten deep, yeah (gotten deep, yeah)

And the odds are up against me, yeah (oh, yeah)

Been there and done that, don't know why I come back, yeah

Oh-oh, don't know why I stick around for you

I don't know why, but I do, oh-oh

They settled onto the couch, sharing stories and laughter, the comfort of their friendship enveloping them like a warm blanket. As the night wore on, Kamala felt a shift in the air, a tension that hung between them like unspoken words. She looked into Y/n’s eyes, seeing the spark of connection mirrored back at her.

“Y/n,” Kamala started, her heart pounding. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Before she could continue, Y/n smiled—a knowing smile that sent butterflies spiraling in Kamala’s stomach. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. I feel it too.”

Relief washed over Kamala, mixed with exhilaration. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, their gaze unwavering. “It’s like… no matter how busy our lives get, you’re always on my mind. I can’t help but be drawn to you. It’s as if you call out to me, and I just can’t resist.”

Kamala felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. “I thought it was just me. You keep calling to me too, and I’m so hooked on you, Y/n. You make everything brighter.”

As they spoke, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts racing in sync. The lyrics of the song echoed in Kamala’s mind again, highlighting the undeniable truth of their feelings.

With an impulsive move, Kamala took Y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and felt the electricity surge between them. They share a moment of silence, soaking in the realization that they were on the cusp of something new—something powerful.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore,” Kamala admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with joy as they squeezed her hand gently. “Me neither. Let’s see where this takes us.”

And in that moment, Kamala knew she was ready to embrace whatever came next, fully aware that Y/n was the one she wanted by her side. They shared a shy smile, a promise of something beautiful blooming between them—one that would surely thrive amidst the chaos of their lives, echoing the sentiment of the song that had brought them both to this very moment.

As the night went on, Kamala and Y/n fell deeper into conversation, the boundaries of friendship fading as they explored the uncharted territories of their hearts. Time slipped away, and for Kamala Harris, the woman who held a tremendous position of power, it felt wonderfully liberating to simply be vulnerable with.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more, more