Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

79: Freesia Flowers.

After putting his jacket back on (which he had presumed been slipped off by whoever carried him all the way up into the bedroom), and slipping his shoes back onto his feet, Y/N gave a sigh as he adjusted his collar. And he walked through the narrow corridors that led to the staircase. The staircase that led into the exit of the house below.

He let his eyes gaze down at the floor while he turned a corner-though the moment he processed the sight of the wooden floor below the stairs, he blinked at the sight of a familiar figure standing at the door.

"There you are.." The figure smirked, tilting it's head to the side as it held up the bag of bread still.

Y/N paused. "..hello, Phillip."

Tiredly, and with his shoulders slumped, he walked down the steps. A haze of exhaustion was still present in his mind. His eyes struggled to remain open. Yet even so, he couldn't resist the curiosity that simply needed to know why Phillip had defined to bring bread of all things.

He walked lower down the steps. Leaning against the wall, Phillip smirked. "Ready to go, jack-ass?"

"..of course I am. I wouldn't be walking down here if I wasn't." Flatly, Y/N replied-his feet finally meeting the wooden floor. His hands fumbled with his collar.

"Heh.." Phillip chuckled with a roll of his eyes. "Thats what I like to hear. Now come on, dumbass. We need to get goin'."

Y/N let out a minor grunt of surprise, feeling something clench against his wrist. It was Phillip's own larger, freckled hand wrapped around his own. Phillip spun around in a frantic but seemingly excited manner, throwing the bag beneath his arm so he could reach his other hand out to the doorknob.

Reaching his hand foward, he gripped the doorknob, light brushing against their faces. Y/N squinted at the blinding glow. And found himself being engulfed by warmth as they walked out onto the doorstep.

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"..can you walk any faster?"

"Yeah. Probably."

"..tch."

Y/N gave a click of his tongue while Phillip began to hurry at a rather quick manner along the sidewalks. Yet again, he was being dragged around by this man in the same way he would always be dragged around by Phillip. From the way Phillip was holding onto his wrists, it almost looked like they were holding hands. In fact, maybe they were. But Y/N didn't want to think about that.

Beads of sweat formed on the back of his neck-clinging to his skin. His eyes flickered with a beam of sunlight from below, dancing like a small orb inside. Lips parted, he looked around. Some people walked by, and some people stared in curiosity or confusion at how fast they were both going.

And.. some just stared at him.

Y/N frowned, looking at the floor while his boot-covered feet hurried. "..where-where are we going anyway?"

Phillip took a moment to respond while he paced. "Nowhere."

"What? Then-then why are you hurrying so much?"

"'Cuz I don't want the spot to be taken by someone else by the time we get there."

The spot? What was he talking about?

Y/N didn't have enough time to really speak that question aloud-for they both rounded a corner at a quick pace. Everything appeared to move by at such a fast rate that they might as well have been moving faster than the speed of light itself. His eyes darted around wildly-breaths escaped his mouth. And..

And then Phillip's pace finally slowed. The curly-haired man let out a laugh. "..there it is."

He completely came to a stop, and Y/N slightly ran into his back. Surprisingly-the man didn't even flinch at his body ramming into his own. The firmness of his back felt weirdly painful against his face. But no matter. Y/N lifted his head to see what he was staring at.