Hamilton One-Shots (Character x Character)

*Lams*

Part one,,, I swear I'm finishing these 

Alexander's POV 

I was walking along with my friends;  Marquis Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan. I hum and look around the busy streets of New York, feeling a nervous feeling in my gut. I came here just a few weeks before and I don't know how to feel, truly. I love my new friends, yes. But that doesn't stray from the fact that all of this is new and unfamiliar. I sigh, my breath puffing out a white cloud due to the cold. 

Laf swings the door to the bar open and I feel warm welcoming air hit my face. I make my way through the door frame into the poorly lit room, my friends following close behind. Finding our usual seats, the other two sit down. I stay standing. Someone is in my seat. "Excuse me?" I say, in a polite tone, hoping that I might be able to gain my spot back. The man turns around, his handsome freckles barely illuminated by the dim lighting. "May I sit there? It's just that I always sit there and-" Before even finishing my sentence he gets up and allows me to my seat. I nod at him and smile, holding out a hand, "I appreciate it, I'm Alexander Hamilton." "John Laurens," He takes my hand and shakes it before pulling away. "Would you like to have a drink with me and my friends?" He nods in response. I grab him and seat and let him sit next to me. My friend had been staring at this interaction but I might as well introduce the three.

 
"Okay guys, this is John. He'll be joining us," I claim, giving them a 'be cool' look. They nod and Laf pipes up, "I'm Mar- Lafayette, Just call me Lafayette." John nods and Herc introduces himself, "I'm Hercules Mulligan!" John nods happily, and the rest of the night goes smoothly. 

I open my eyes slowly, surprised as to the lack of light that floods the room. I groan as I feel my head pound lightly and sit up. Looking around, I yawn quietly, wincing at the pain that comes with. This isn't my room, I realize, I don't know where I am. I feel around for my clothes and sigh when I feel them still on. "Hey, are you finally awake?" I hear a kind voice ask. Is that- "I left you a pill on the nightstand, and I hope you don't mind I let you sleep on my bed." It is John. I smile, "Thank you." I reach over and carefully feel around for the lamp, switching it on. The light isn't bright, just enough to light up the small table. I smile as I take the medicine into my hand and a glass of water that was left with it into my other. I throw it into my mouth, taking a swig after. He smiles and comes over, sitting down next to me carefully. 

"How did you sleep?" He asks quietly, trying not to trigger my headache. "It was amazing," I breathe and look at him, "Why did you take me home?" He hums before answering, "Your friends were too drunk to tell me where you lived or to take you home themselves. Plus, you passed out. I walked them home and took you with me because they wouldn't let me put you inside." He chuckles and I nod, "Well, thank you, really. But I should get going." "Are you sure you don't want to stay a bit? Let your hangover heal?" I think for a moment and yawn again, wincing once more. "Ah, you're right," I nod and smile lightly. He pats my knee and stands up, "I'm going to go finish breakfast, get some more rest." I hum, "Mhm." He leaves the room, closing the door carefully.