Hold me ((jamilton))

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Hamilton woke up to to the bright sunlight that was coming in from the window. It flashed annoyingly in his eyes and he sighed, pulling up the violet covers to hide it from his face.

Violet? I don't own violet why would I... Hamilton's eyes went wide and he sat up, looking around a room that was completely unfamiliar to him. It was mostly violet and brown from the wood stuff. His room had grey walls with green carpet, not this. Definitely not this stuff. He would never live with this color in his house that would be absolutely terrible dear sweet mother of jesus. He looked to his right and gasped, covering his mouth in shock. Next to him in bed was a messy haired Jefferson, no shirt on and playing flappy bird on his phone like they didn't just have hot rough sex the night before. Hot, beautiful, rough sex that gave Hamilton butterflies in his stomach and made him want to crawl in a hole and die at the same time. Looking at Jefferson's uncaring face made him feel so... he couldn't come up with the word. Broken? Annoyed? In love? It was all a jumble of emotions in him.

As Hamilton looked away, Jefferson looked up from his phone with a gentle smirk. "It was nice to have you quiet for a change." Hamilton flushed, burying his face in the blankets. They smelled like Jefferson. Everything smelled like Jefferson which just made his emotions even more jumbled up in his head.

"S-So um..." Hamilton stammered, "What now?" Hamilton wasn't really sure what they were to do now. Of course they were most likely going to get dressed and then maybe they would have some breakfast. Would they go out? Would Jefferson ask him out? Wouldn't that just be great... A date with Jefferson. The two of us alone. Hamilton's heart fluttered thinking about what Jefferson would wanna do. After last night he was finally realizing how in love he was with Thomas. Every part of him. From his hair to his style to his eyes to his smile to every other beautiful part of him. He couldn't help but smile under the blankets.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna text James and ask him if he wants to hang out later. You?"

Hamilton's heart sunk. James... This was just a one night stand... He looked down at the bed. The same bed that him and Jefferson had kissed on. The bed that Jefferson had taken his virginity on. With a broken sigh he put up his walls and rolled his eyes. "I'm just gonna go home and continue writing as usual." He said. Alexander stood up and began getting his clothes on. They were strewn across the room and the shirt was a bit wrinkled but he could care less. He just had to get out of Jefferson's house before he had a mental break down. The violet colors around him were blurring together and he wasn't sure if it was a panic attack or he was crying.

"Bye Jefferson" Hamilton's voice cracked. He swiftly left the room and covered his mouth with one hand, muffling a sob. Walking outside he realized Jefferson had driven there and he cursed, stomling his foot and marching to the Starbucks nearby. Once he was there he pulled out his phone and called Hercules.

He would have called John but John was a smart smol gay and would piece the puzzle together. Lafayette was a smart tol bisexual and would realize it too. Hercules was the last option that he knew of. If Hercules found Hamilton crying he wouldn't question it or ask about it. That was the best option.

Hamilton practically three himself at Hercules when he pulled up in his black car. He huggef him, burying his head in the taller's chest and muffling his own sobs. Hercules almost immediately hugged Hamilton and carried him to the passenger seat, setting him down and laying the chair back. Hercules covered Hamilton with a thin blanket from the back and ruffled his hair.

The drive was very quiet besides Hamilton's quiet sobs. Hercules was worried sick about his friend. He had never seen him like this besides when it was storming outside in the summer. With a sigh he drove up to a nice maroon colored house and carried Hamilton inside without having to unlock it.