A new kind of stupid ( one shots )

Who he is

Lmao I thought of another one cuz I decided to look through their insta page for inspiration and in 5 seconds I was inspired by this:

Ps it's also lams cuz I'm absolute thrash. Anyways here we go:

(Laurens)

Whimpering left my lips. Everything was a blur. I tried. Tried so hard to keep it together. But I couldn't anymore. I leaned on the wall, legs starting to go weak at the knees. And then I was curled up, head in my arms on my knees, on the floor crying my sorrow away.

"Laurens!" A small green figure rushed up to me after an eternity. "Laurens..." The figure whispered tenderly. I looked up shyly at it. Who was this? I didn't know but I wanted Alex to replace him. Needed Alexander by my side. A whirlwind of thoughts came in.

How dare you? Father I'm sorry, but I love him with all my heart! How could you! You're not my Son! I love him! No you don't! You're not allowed to! But I - no! End it Son! Alexander cares about me! Do you really think he does? Yes! He doesn't! You fool! You say you love him but you hardly know what love is- if you did you would not love a man. No loving a man a man a man man no loving a man nam a gnivol nam nonononono

"ARGH!" A scream left my lips as a throbbing pain seeped through my head. A smaller man now held me in his arms, lovingly stroking my hair, wiping the tears.

"Shhh... It's okay, it's okay. You'll be alright..." He repeated the phrase like a mantra and rubbed circles into my back gently. It was the green figure again.

Who are you? I wanted to ask so badly but choked sobs and whimpering stopped me. It didn't matter, I just wanted Alexander to be with me.

Maybe Father was right. Maybe Alexander didn't care for me after all. If he did, would he not be here? I opened my mouth in a silent whimper as more tears violently trailed out my eyes. He doesn't love me. He doesn't care for me. Alexander Hamilton thinks that you are a bother. And he's RIGHT.

I started shaking. "Hey," the figure whispered, rocking me slightly like I was its child. "I got you," but I didn't want it to have me. I wanted Alexander to have me. Alexander. I whimpered as his name slipped out over and over again.

"I'm here, John" the figure spoke softly into my hair as it nestled into it. It was smaller than me, and his hold was tender, like Alexander's - comforting. "I'm here" it repeated.

Alexander?

Face wet and dripping, I looked back at the figure and brushed a sleeve across my face, clearing my vision. Alex. I mumbled the name, like if was too surreal to be true. No. Alexander didn't love me. Didn't care for me. I was delusional, couldn't think clearly.

"It's me John." Alexander- I was sure now. It had to be. It was. I wanted to believe it was. So I leaned in to him and steadied myself, sobbing steadily against his bony chest. God, Alexander needed to eat more.

The tender small frame left the floor, walked toward the bed, and tucked me into the covers. "Will you be alright?" He asks. And my vision is clear enough now so that I know that it is him.

"I'll stay with you. I'll be right here on the floor." He gestured towards the floor.

"Stay..." I whispered, needing his sweet warm embrace.

"Laurens, I'll be right by the bed." No, not enough. I wanted to feel his embrace. Needed to.

"I mean- I -I- " couldn't get the words out. I pulled him down onto the bed, shock filling his face as I lifted the covers to pull him under them and hold him. My arms dangled loosely around him and I nestled into his chest. An arm swept around me as he settled into my embrace.

I'm asleep in just a few minutes, with Alexander's embrace comforting me, making me feel safe and loved.

There is a vigorous shifting by my side when I awake about two hours later. A troubled Alexander sleeps with sweat beads trickling down his small face.

"Father!" He reaches out a hand straight into Laurens face and awakes at the sudden impact.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. He nods slowly and tells me to go back to sleep as he does the same. I don't. I watch him instead. There is more screaming, encompassed with fear and tears. And the sorrow emmiting from Alexander seems like it's been building for so long and seems so very real. Too real to be a dream. Like they were memories and not concoctions of the imagination.

I cannot begin to imagine what would cause him such pain and I don't know how to help him. So I hold him. He tugs on my shirt a little, squeezing it with his tiny hands as he curls up against me. The shaking lessens and at least for now, I know I've helped him in some way.

But I wish I could do more. Wish I could make the pain go away. There he was, breaking apart by himself, and yet, in my time of need he does not leave me for a moment. And I know that that was who Alexander was. And I loved him so much for it.