Stay With Me | Hamilphan AU

Chaptire Vingt-et-Un

(Philip Hamilton's POV)
George Eacker had been pissing Philip off again. It'd been going on for months, even before George's 4th of July speech, and Philip wasn't sure how much more of it he could take; he was pretty sure he was at the end of his tether. To calm himself down, he and his mate Rupert went for a few drinks after school.

"I can't fucking take it any more, Ru. What right does George fucking Eacker have to bad mouth my father?" Philip hissed for the 10th time.

Rupert sighed, sick of hearing this, "Why don't you just go have it out with him? Punch his guts out or something."

"I can't do that, mate."

"Why not? What's stopping you?" Philip was about to reply but stopped. He could go punch the living daylights out of Eacker. There was nothing stopping him doing that.

"Okay. Thanks, mate. I just need to have it out with him. Maybe that'll shut him up." Philip stood up and took a swig from his beer before disappearing out of the bar. He wasn't drunk, as such, but he was bordering on the edge of it.

He saw a group of ladies, and called them over, "I'm looking for a Mr George Eacker, he made a speech a few months back, our 4th of July speaker? He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd, I can't have that I'm making my father proud," The ladies faces changed into looks of recognition as they realised this was the infamous Philip Hamilton.

"I saw him down Broadway, a couple of blocks. He was gonna see a play," One said.

"Well, I'll go visit his box," Philip said, and began to walk off before feeling a hand push him back and feel his chest.

"God you're a fox," the owner of the hand said.

Philip rolled his eyes, "And y'all look pretty good in your frocks, how 'bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?" He heard a chorus of squeals and "ok!"s. He knew that he wouldn't be stripping down to his socks with them, but it was the only way to get them to let him go. That was the problem with inheriting his father's good looks, he could never escape the women who were looking for a bit of pleasure. Anyway, he was happy with Heather.

He headed down to Broadway, and asked around to see if anyone knew what play George was in. When he eventually found out, he paid for a ticket and marched into the theatre, and found George. He got to the end of George's row, and called, "George! George!" This was met by a load of "shhh"s from George and other people. "George!"

"Shh! I'm tryna watch the show!" George hissed, throwing dark looks at Philip.

"You should've watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!" Philip heard people tutting, and George rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true, your father's a scoundrel and so it seems are you," George responded.

A few people muttered "oooooh", despite a few moments ago being annoyed at them for interrupting the show. The actors were still trying to carry on the show, not allowing themselves to be distracted by George's and Philip's little fiasco.

"It's like that?" Philip snapped, angry now.

"Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little schoolboy friends."

Philip thought for a moment, "I'll see you on the duelling ground, that is unless you wanna step outside and go now?"

"I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watching this show now." And with that, George turned back to the show, and Philip walked out, wanting to kick himself. He'd got himself involved in a duel. He rushed home, avoiding Heather, and found his father in his office. He told Alex what he had done, and Alex shook his head.