I'm Supposed To Hate You (Philip Hamilton x OC, Modern au)

Repeat After Me

Philip smiled as his eyes lit up. Ella just stood there slightly shocked at what her father said.

"Well I have some stuff I need to work on, so I'm on my way to the office. Ella, Mary has treatment today but Sally is going to take her." Thomas explained.

"Alright, bye dad" Ella waved at him as he walked between her and Philip to his car.

"Bye Sweetheart. I better not come home to find out you two did anything," he lightly teased, although being completely serious at the same time.

Philip blushed as Ella rolled her eyes. "Aye aye," she fake saluted.

Thomas drove off and Philip looked at Ella who immediately turned to him. "So, you coming?" She asked, opening the door.

Philip looked at her and blinked before saying, "oh... yeah" and following her in. "Did you hear that? Your dad likes me" He grinned.

"Yeah, don't get too used to it. He still hates your guts and one wrong move and you're back to square one," Ella turned to look at him at the end, after speaking with little emotion at all.

Philip swallowed tightly at her words, then got concerned at the way she said it. "Are you ok?" He asked, quietly.

Ella looked at him skeptically. "Yeah? I'm fine?"

"I don't know, you just seem... off" Philip told her.

"I told you, I'm fine" Ella sat on one of the couches in one of the rooms.

Philip walked in front of her, looking at her the whole time. He put the back of his hand on Ella's forehead, Ella just staring at him quizzically. "What're you doing?" She asked as he flipped his hand so the palm of it was on her head.

"You just don't seem like yourself so I was wondering if you were maybe sick, but i guess not. You feel fine," He sat down next to her. Ella's face softened and a soft, genuine smile came to her face. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He questions.

Ella shook her head lightly. "No reason. That's just really sweet, that's all"

"I'm just looking out for you," Philip said softly.

"And that's like the 5th time today," She commented. "A few months ago you would've been praying for my death"

Philip chuckled. "Character development"

Ella started laughing, making Philip grin, happy to see her REAL laugh. Ella stopped and looked at him. The light from one of the windows hit him just right, making his eyes a greenish-gold. His freckles stood out even more then they already did, and his hair seemed to sit perfectly. His face scrunched as he grinned and Ella couldn't help but smile at him.

'Oh shit' Ella quickly looked away as heat came to her cheeks. Philip looked at her, still worried about what happened outside.

"Say, Ella," Ella turn to Philip as he said her name. "What's your relationship with you dad like? If you don't wanna tell me that's fine but I'm just curious."

Ella sighed and leaned back into the couch. "Complicated." She stated simply, trying to say it with no emotion but there was signs of wavering and pain.

"Do you... want to talk about it?" Philip asked slowly, leaning towards his knees and looking at her.

"I feel like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and all he REALLY cares about is his reputation. He's constantly working, which I know you get," She looked at Philip and he nodded. "Mary's a lot more like him so it's easier for her, she also never really knew mom... I was really close with her. Actually my dad used to call us twins, we looked a lot alike, although I still look like my dad, but I also act a lot like her. Maybe he just saw too much of her in me and tried to avoid it but it still hurts." Ella dumped all her thoughts onto Philip, making hand gestures the whole time.

Philip was listening intensely and put his hand on her bouncing knee, in an attempt to stop it. "It's ok, I get it. I mean my dad sucks too, but that's awful. You shouldn't have to go through that." Ella bit the inside of her lip and looked away. Philip softly grabbed her chin and turned her head back toward him. "Alright repeat after me" He slowly moved his hand away as Ella looked at him skeptically. "My father should not take his trauma out on me."

Ella snorted and shook her head. "No. That's stupid"

Philip narrowed his eyes at her and faked offense. "Come on! It's true"

"Yeah but that's still stupid"

"Do it"

"No!"

"Do it!"

Ella protested again and turned her head away. Philip grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him. He got as close as he felt like he could without getting punched, tilted his head down lightly and whispered, "Do it"

Ella sighed. "My Father should not take his trauma out on me" She said monotonously.

Philip didn't move, like Ella expected him to. Instead he stayed there, right in front of Ella's face, watching her. They were completely silent staring at each other. They could feel the other one's breath, but not over the feel of their beating hearts. Philip was blushing lightly, and if you looked close enough there was a slightly different shade on Ella's dark skin. Ella slowly brought her hand to his chin, lifting it up slightly. Philip got redder and just continued go look at her. Ella the moved her hand to his chest, and shoved him backwards.

Philip dramatically fell to the couch, now laying down with his legs bent. Ella started laughing and Philip just looked at her offended. He sat up and crossed his arms, lightly glaring at the laughing girl. "Hey! I thought you were gonna kiss me!"

Ella looked at him and fake pouting, fighting off laughing again. "Awe poor thing"
She quickly leaned in and pecked his lips, not thinking at all in the process. Philip's pout quickly changed into shock. While Ella was shocked she did that, she kept her face outside smirking at Philip.

"You barely even touched me!" Philip protested. He quickly put his right hand around the back of Ella's neck and pulled her towards him to connect their lips. Ella laughed lightly into the kiss as Philip couldn't help but smile. They pulled away and Philip stared at her like she was the only thing in the world.
He was going to get her to be his girlfriend.