Stay With Me | Hamilphan AU

Chaptire Dix

The next morning, Dan woke up early, beaming from ear to ear.

"Dan, what's wrong with you? Your parents have just disowned you and you're going around with a massive smile on your face. Not that I don't want to see you happy but..." Alex asked as Dan sat with him for a few minutes.

"Nothing, Alex. I've just gotten over it. Not like they acted like my parents anyway." Dan said bitterly, standing up. "Think I'm going to head off to work. Get a coffee from the cafe. I'll see you."

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Dan rushed up the stairs of the office, his cheeks glowing from the cold. When he reached Phil's office, Phil was already there, glasses perched on his nose, a smile also on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful." Phil smiled.

"Merci, mon cherie." Dan replied.

"You're going to have to teach me French if you want me to understand you. It's bad enough with your accent." Phil laughed, while Dan pouted. Dan sat on the edge of Phil's desk and folded his arms. "I took German as a language in school, okay, shush."

"If only you knew you'd be having an affair with a French man." Dan joked.

"Why are we so casual about this?" Phil muttered.

"I don't know. Maybe because we're meant to be together." Dan replied, looking at Phil intently. Phil shrugged, making Dan's heart sink. The silence in the air was accompanied by Phil's quill against the page.

"Dan... what's your dream? If you could do anything, what would you do?" Phil asked.

"I don't know. Maybe travel the world. But then again I get seasick. But I would love to see different places. I'd love to go to Asia." Dan said in a dreamy voice, "What about you?"

"I'd like to run away. Get away from everything here. Be myself. Get a bit of land in Ohio or something."

"I didn't expect that."

"It's something that's been on my mind since I realised... you know..." Dan nodded. He'd felt the same, but before he'd discovered that. When he was a small child he felt he didn't belong in French society. He was always the sore thumb that stuck out, and he longed to get away from it. At least in New York he was able to fit in a bit more.

"Let's run away together. Go to Ohio. Change our names. Be together. Be wreckless." Dan suggested. Phil shook his head and took his glasses off.

"I wouldn't dare, Dan. I'm too much of a chicken for that." Phil looked overcome by sadness, so Dan got off the table and walked around to wrap his arms around Phil. "I want to, but I'm not brave like you. I'm lucky I was too young during our revolution."

"Deciding to be with me is brave." Dan breathed into Phil's hair.

"I didn't have enough willpower to stop it. And anyway, how could I resist?" Phil wriggled out of Dan's arms and kissed him for a few seconds before hearing a door slam downstairs.

"Pretend like you're ordering me around." Dan hissed as they heard footsteps on the stairs.

"So you need to copy out these papers and sort the books out and make sure the Michaels case is ready for court tomorrow and-" Phil listed as they heard the footsteps walk past. They breathed out a sigh of relief when they realised they weren't going to be intercepted.

"We could've just carried on like normal."

"No. Father always comes in to say good morning to me. It's too risky."

"Do you still want me to do those things?"

"Yes. At least get the Michaels case sorted out by lunch, I know how much you like to delay." Phil sighed, "I don't even know how you managed to get employed."

"Mmm, a French man who can only just about read and write English with mediocre grades? Must've been my irresistible charm." Dan smirked.

"Or Alex's way with words."

"No, I don't think it was that..."

"Go and do the work." Phil ordered. Dan gave Phil a death stare teasingly and turned towards the door but not before feeling a slap on his arse. "I'll see you after work." Phil smirked, causing Dan to blush and hurry back downstairs.

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Dan turned his head and looked at Phil, who was lying on his back with his eyes closed. They were lying on Phil's office floor, naked, wet and sticky. The cleaner didn't come round for another hour, so they had plenty of time. Phil looked so angelic and peaceful when he was resting. The cold was getting to Dan to be honest, and he could tell by the hairs standing up on end on Phil's arms that Phil was feeling it too.

"Do you think we should put some clothes on?" Phil muttered.

"I was just thinking that." Dan looked around the office and searched for his clothes. They were thrown everywhere. He stood up and picked his and Phil's up, dashing around the room to try and avoid the cold air.

"God you looked so attractive doing exercise." Phil teased when Dan returned.

"Lick it up, baby, it doesn't happen often." Dan laughed, pulling on his trousers and shirt, watching Phil do the same. He watched Phil try and tame his hair, which was all over the place thanks to Dan and felt a loving ache in his heart. God he already loved this man. He wanted it to last for ever and ever.

"What?" Phil asked, catching Dan starting at him. Dan blushed, looking at the floorboards.

"You just look cute."

Now it was Phil's turn to blush. Very randomly, he made a sort of "rawr!" noise.

"What are you doing?" Dan laughed.

"Trying to be fierce instead of adorable. Don't want to develop the wrong sort of reputation."

"Sorry, that just made you too cute." Dan flicked Phil's nose and stood up, pulling on his jacket. "I suppose I should get back."

"Yeah, Martha will be wondering where I am." They walked downstairs together. Dan so wanted to kiss Phil again, just to say goodbye, but because they weren't in exactly in private any more, it was too risky.

When they both went their separate ways, Dan instantly missed Phil and the bond they shared. He felt like they were meant to be, but of course, how could two men really be 'meant to be'? It just wasn't possible.

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AN
Ahhhh sorry if this chapter was kinda crappy, I'm still going through some writers block and not really sure where the storyline should go.

I felt like I needed to publish a chapter today because today (24th November 2016) is the 215th anniversary of Philip Hamilton's death.
Oh, Philip you went too soon.

Also Moana came out in America yesterday and I'm so jealous coz it doesn't come out for another week in the UK and I so badly want to see it.

Love you all!!!
Baiiiii