Smile More (Hamilton Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Someone pulls back the blinds and the morning light hits your face, warming it. You had forgotten how much you loved the sun and the warmth it brought with it. The clouds in London were so grey and thick that it was rare to see the sun, even in summer. 

A weight fell on the edge of the mattress and you opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the light. Philip was perched by your side, looking down at you. Philip was ever so proper in public but within the walls of his own home, he didn't seem to mind seeing you in a nightgown.  

"Good morning," He greeted with a smile.

"Hi," You croaked. "What are you doing?"

"It's lunchtime," He told you. "You slept in... And you have a visitor."

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled. You hauled yourself into a sitting position. "Visitor?"

"A young man," Your stomach lurched but Philip didn't seem to notice. "Seems you are not doing too bad for yourself after all."

"Philip, just stop."

He chuckled and rose from where he sat. "I'll go tell him to wait for you in the parlour."

You smiled at him gratefully and clambered out of bed. The moment Philip left, a maid entered, carrying a dress of light green silk. 

As the maid dressed you, you couldn't help but stress about who was down there. It was definitely one of your friends. However, they no doubt had a million questions for you. You began chewing on your nails but the maid smacked your hand away from your mouth, scolding you for frowning so.

"Worrying will make you age faster," she tutted.

I highly doubt that.

You stayed silent and let her finish. She tied your hair away from your face and gave you a once-over, admiring her handiwork, before she sent you off downstairs. You were impressed by how much pride she took in her job. 

You descended the stairs, taking purposely slow steps to put off walking into the parlour for just a bit longer. Eventually, the maid's voice popped into your head as you imagined what she would tell you.

A lady should never dawdle.

You sighed and headed to the parlour at a more reasonable pace. You walked in and were surprised to see. "Burr?"

"Y/n," he greeted. 

"What are you doing here," The two of you were alone which, although most likely improper, allowed you to be blunt without judgement from anyone but Aaron Burr. 

He didn't seem to mind. "I came to apologise."

"For what?"

"For what I said to you yesterday," he explained.

Oh, right. That. You had been happy to act like it never happened but the fact that he was apologising... It was sweet.

"I was wrong and harsh," he continued. "I know that now. And I hurt your feelings."

Did he just admit that he was wrong? Well, I'll be damned. Alexander could never.

You searched your brain for something to say. "It's alright," You tell him. "Thank you for apologising."

"Um... I- uh... I also came here to make it up to you."

"How so?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"By taking you to see someone."

"Who?" You asked.

"It's a surprise," Burr said with a smile as he held out his arm. I took it and he lead me from the house and through the streets of New York.