From the Moment I Saw You {Philip Hamilton x Reader}

5.

{Later} 

{With Philip}

Philip walked home with his father in silence and when got home, his mother lectures in her husband's office.

"Philip, what were you thinking?"  Eliza, his mother asked pacing in front of his father's desk.

"Mom, he wouldn't let go of Y/n's wrist, even after she asked multiple times to let go. So I punched him." Philip said, 

"More than once," Alexander, his father said.

"And why did you punch him more than once," Eliza asked.

"Well, he said, fuck you and your father, so I had to teach him a second lesson," Philip said, Alexander extended his hand for a high five.

"Language!" Eliza said, smacking Philip upside the head.

"Ouch," Philip rubbed his head.

"That's exactly what he said," Alexander said, putting his feet on his desk.

"That is still no reason to punch someone," Eliza said, crossing her arms.

"Someone had to stand up to his mouth," Alexander and Philip said.

Eliza started pacing and mumbling to herself.

"Honestly, I thought he deserved it," Alexander said, turning to his son.

"I know right, always talking shit about us because he's related to Jefferson." Philip said. Eliza slapped Philip on the top of his head again.

"He's going to call a meeting for this," Alexander said, pinching his nose.

"I think punching his nephew was enough," Philip said, adding more pressure to his bloody hand.

"I know, he's going to either way." Alexander said, there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Eliza said, Angie opened the door and stepped.

"Hey, Mr. Jefferson is at the door," Angie said, peeking in the door.

"Speak of the devil," Alexander said, getting the door.

"He is a devil," Philip mumbled.

Eliza left Alexander's office so Thomas Jefferson and his nephew could talk to Alexander and Philip.

"What the hell Hamilton!" Jefferson stomped into Alexander's office.

"I guarantee, your nephew didn't tell you the full story," Alexander said, walking over to the other side of his desk.

"Then what's the full story, because he just told me that your son hit my nephew more than once, breaking his nose," Jefferson said, angrily. Philip snorted.

"He was hit more than once for a honorable reason," Alexander said, "Philip,"

"Y/n and I were walking around the city and he rudely interrupted us, Y/n asked to leave us alone, he didn't listen because he was too busy flirting with her. We tried to walk away and he grabbed Y/n's wrist really tight to where his nails cut her arm. So I punched him because he wouldn't let go. Then he decided to make fun of my father's legacy, so I punched him again," Philip exclaimed.