Lams One Shots (Hamilton+Laurens)

In The Eye of a Hurricane There is Quiet

John's PoV:

Alexander Hamilton has been my boyfriend for a couple of weeks now. I feel like I'm on some drug high but I never come down.

It's a rainy Saturday in December, and I think it's time to share my love of Christmas with Alex. Hot chocolate and a movie night seems apt.

I get out of my lecture at last and almost run to his dorm. The cold air outside bites my skin, while the rain and strong winds aren't very kind to my hair. The air hums with the electricity of a storm.

I knock on Alex's door to no answer. But I could've sworn he's just had a free? I knock again, calling his name.

Still no reply.

I try the handle: unlocked. Maybe he's using the bathroom?

I step inside to see a distraught Alex hugging his needs on the floor. He's cowering under his desk, sobbing. I can feel my heart cracking.

"Alex? Alex cmon, talk to me bby." I run to him and lift him up onto the bed. My arms cradle his shoulders, soothing him.

"Who did this to you?" I ask, almost in tears myself.

He murmurs incoherently.

I nuzzle my forehead against his, trying to get him to open up.

"Not who," He says, "the storm."

Of course. Alex is from the Caribbean. Only now I notice how wild it is outside.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I edge a little closer.

"Wh-when I was seventeen a hurricane d-destroyed my town..." He chokes on his own breathe and can't continue.

"I won't let that happen again." I assure him.

"I'm a mess, John." (Same Alex)

"You're a beautiful mess, though."

"Why do you put up with me?"

I pull away and stare at him in shock. "Why do I put up with you?! Are you serious? I love you, that's why, you adorable little shit!"

Alex squeezes his eyes tight shut, so I reach out and brush the tears from his cheeks.

He leans his whole body onto mine, burying his head into my neck.

"I love you too," he mumbles, only just so I can hear it.

I rest my head on his and reach for the TV remote. We watch some soppy Disney movie live on TV, which I kinda enjoy. The frying pan is great - I love the humour.

Then I notice Alex's breathing is heavy; he's fallen asleep on me. My heart squirms at how cute he looks.

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear and lay him gently down on the pillows. Kissing his forehead, I decide to switch the TV off and just lie with him.

He smells of textbooks mixed with aftershave. It's not as bad as it sounds. 

I lace my fingers into his and sigh. I don't know when I fell asleep but I did. ^.^

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Okay no more storm chapters I promise

~ Ruth