Y/N’s POV:
I have no idea what’s happening around me. All I know is my head is spinning.
I can’t even control my own body anymore. It’s like, it doesn’t wanna move the way I want them to move.
Dang, maybe Laf is right. I am drunk.
He just left me and went somewhere I don’t know. The only things I remember are the fact that I drank too much alcohol, Lafayette begging me to go home and… and…
Oh gosh…
I PUKED AT HIM!
Now I remember why he left me. Dang it, he probably left me alone and went home already. I mean, I don’t blame him. I am a mess right now.
I tried to massage my forehead, but my head still hurts. So I rested my head on the counter and closed my eyes.
Moments later, I felt someone touching my shoulder.
Lafayette? He came back?
I immediately thought.
But then, I realized the hands were too big. It can’t be Laf’s hand.
I slowly opened one eye. My head was still spinning, but it didn’t stop me from seeing two huge guys beside me touching my arms and hands.
For a minute I couldn’t move. I don’t know why…
Maybe it’s because I’m too drunk, or I was… scared.
Or both.
“Don’t.. touch me.” I tried shaking off my arm, signaling them to stop. But I was too weak, and it definitely didn’t cause them to quit touching me.
“Relax, mademoiselle… We’re just gonna have a little fun with a jolie dame, like you.” A man spoke with a strong French accent.
I don’t know, but I immediately thought of Lafayette.
Where is he?
“S-sir! I apologize for disturbing, but I believe you shouldn’t touch a woman without their consent! Therefore I advice the both of you to-”
“Tais-toi barman imbécile! No one asked for your opinion!” (Shut up you stupid bartender! No one asked for your opinion!)
One of the perverts shouted at the bartender.
I tried to stand up while they were busy arguing, but my legs are too frail at the moment. So I instantly sat back down. I put my hand on my forehead, trying to stop it from hurting, but nothing worked.
Suddenly, I felt another hand stroking my hair. It was still them..
Crap… Why do I have to be so weak right now? This is the worst time to be drunk.
After a few seconds, I felt a finger touch my cheek.
It’s as if my heartbeat dropped. What do I do?
Lafayette…
His name was all I could think of.
However, the touching stopped at once, when I felt another presence near me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” An intensely subdued tone, almost sounded like a growl, spoke.
I know that voice. He’s finally here…
Once again, I opened one eye. With a slight blurry vision, I saw Lafayette, standing close to the guy, gripping its hand tightly.
The three of them spoke for a few minutes. I didn’t understand most of what they said because they spoke in French.
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How Is This Possible?! (Lafayette x Reader) Hamilton fanfic
FanfictionA girl from the 21st century. Y/n was a candid, expressive and an intelligent girl. She's currently working as an art teacher at a highschool at New York. She loved the topic about the arts of their country, but she doesn't really find any interests...
