Why me? 《Dan Howell x Reader Story》

You Will Blow Us All Away (Philip Hamilton × Reader)

"Y/n, you should've heard what Ecker said about my Pop! You wouldn't even like what he said!" Yelled Philip.
"But Philip, even though you don't like what Ecker said, doesn't mean to propose a duel against him!" I shot back at him.
"Just listen to the shit that he said about him!" He practically screamed at me.
"Philip. You aren't doing that duel," I said to him, as we walk to his very first duel. I had to convince him not to.
"Too late, (y/n). Pop believes in me. Trust me, okay?" He says, looking me in the eye.
"Be safe, Philip. Be safe," I whisper to him, leaking a few tears from my eyes.
"I will, (y/n). I will," he says smiling.

Philip was always a hot headed person. But I loved him no matter what. But this. This was a life or death situation. We walked in silence to the dueling. I was worried for him. Philip was my best friend. But I had feelings for him. But I'm sure he doesn't have them for me.
We soon made it to the dueling ground. It was a small opening in the forest by a village. There was a doctor on sight, and a few men. Philip looked terrified, and he looked at me for comfort.
"It's not too late to back out," I whisper to him.
"I am doing this for my Father, (y/n). If someone takes down his pride, he takes my pride down to," he says walking off.

A man wearing a dark purple jacket steps into the middle of the clearing.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the dueling of George Ecker, and Philip Hamilton. The duel will begin immensly. Gentlemen prepare your serlves in your two remaning minutes," he yelled.
Many people cheered, but they had worried looks on their face. Philip was talking to the doctor, but soon makes his way towards me.
"(Y/n), if I die out here. I just want you to kn-" he said before he was cut off.
"Ecker! Hamilton! It's fine for it. Be in position!" Yelled the purple man.
Philip pulled me into a hug. I held onto him tight. If Philip was to did out here, I would lose my best friend.
"Be safe, Philip," I whispered.
"I will," he whispered back, pulling out of the hug. He gave me a light and gentle kiss on my forehead and made his way to his spot of the duel.

I was extremely terrified as of what would happen. I only knew Philip talked to his Mr. Hamilton before he told me about this. But I don't know of what. I hope Philip doesn't get shot. Oh dear, what it if he does?
"Gentlemen, are you ready?" Asked the purple suited man.
Philip and George both nod. "On ten, you both will shot. Whoever is not shot, or lives is the winner of this disgruntlement. Understood?
They both nod. "On ten, men." Philip and George both cock their muskets. I was living on pure fear now. I was terrified.
"One."
What can I do? Can I stop this?
"Two."
I can run out there and take the bullet if Ecker does shoot.
"Three."
But I would die and Philip would be helpless.
"Four."
But I will be satisfied on saving my friends life.
"Five."
I'm going to do it. On eight. I'll save Philip and lose my life.
"Six."
Anxiety and fear fun through my viens. I'm about to die in seconds.
"Seven."
A gun shot was all I heard. Philip falling is all I saw. I screamed at the sight, and quickly ran over to Philip. I clutch his side, as tears fall down my face.
"Philly..." I whisper in between sobs.
"Miss, please back away. There has been an assigned tent for Hamilton a few minutes waywards," said the doctor.
I nod, and back away from him. Two men pick up Philip, and head towards the village. I follow after them. I couldn't leave Philip now. I was terrified. Philip is going to die. I just know it.
The men and I reach a small cabin. The two men lay Philip onto a small bed, and then they run off. The doctor checks Philip. Wrapping gauze around his wound.
"Is he going to survive?" I asked him, petrified for his answer.
The doctor has a sad face. "The wound is infected.." he whispers.
I go up to Philip, and I hold up his side.
"Philly... Please, it's (y/n)..." I whisper, as tears still fall down my face.
"(Y/n)... I'm s-sorry. You were right..." he whispers back.
"Philip. I-I love you," I say whispering into his ear. "I'm sorry I kept it from you all these years. Please don't go."
"(Y/n), that's what..I was saying earlier..." he mumbles.
"Philip, please..." I whisper.

The door slams open, I turn my head to see Alexander, Philip's Papa.
"Where's my son?!" Alexander shouted.
The doctor ran up to him, "Mr. Hamilton a brought him in half an hour ago. He lost a lot of blood a-"
"Is he alive?!"
"Yes, but you have to understand, the bullet lodged on the left side of his hip."
"Can I see him?! Please?"
"I'm doing everything I can. But the wound was already infected when he arrived."

Alexander ran to Philip and I.
"Philip..." Alexander whispered.
"Pa..." Philip whispered back. "I did exactly as you said Pop... I held my head up high..."
"I know. I know..."
"I..."
"I know. I know... you did everything just right."
"Even before he counted ten, I was aiming towards the sky..."
"I know. I know..."
"I was aiming towards the sky..."
"I know. I know... save your strength and stay alive." Sang Alexander.

The door burst opened. Eliza, Philip's Momma ran in. She was screaming and yelling.
"Is he breathing?! Is he going to survive this?! Who did this?! Alexander did you know?!" She yelled.
Eliza ran towards Philip, Alexander and I. She kneeled to the ground, holding Philip's arm with me.
"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me..." whispered Philip, now crying. He was dying. In a matter of minutes he would be gone.
"My son..." whispered Eliza.
"We played piano..."
"I taught you piano..."
"You'd put your hands on mine..."
"You changed the melody everytime..."
"I would always change the lines..."
"Shh... I know. I know..."
"I would always change the lines..." Philip sobbed.
"I know. I know." Cried Eliza. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf..."
"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf..." Philip cried.
"Good. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf..."
"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit..." Whispered Philip. Those were his final words. Eliza whispered them one more time. Alexander, Eliza and I were crying. I let out a ear-spliting scream. My best friend just died.
I was crying into Philip's side. He was gone. Philip Hamilton. My best friend. The one I shared everything with. Feelings. Hugs. Friendship. Books. Toys. Everything. He was gone. Philip was gone. I want him back.
I know what I have to do. I turned back to Alexander and Eliza. Eliza was sobbing into Alexander's side. I turned back to my freckles friend. His eyes are closed. His jacket was on the ground along with his musket.
I take the musket, and his jacket. I run out of the cabin, and into the nearby clearing. I slip on my friends' jacket. It smelt exactly like him. Like, firewood on a cold winter night. Tears stained my face.
I found the men. Most of them were talking amongst them. I have always believed in what Philip said, along with Alexander. I find George Ecker.
"I challenge you to a duel," I growl at him.
"What? You? A woman?" He roared.
"Yes! Right here. Right now."
"Let's go little lady!" He joked.
"You killed my best friend. I have always believed in him. You killed my only friend. And I will kill you because of it!" I yelled.
"Lets duel," he said, grabbing his gun.

We stood in our spots. I was standing in Philip's spot. The spot he got shot on. I shudder. 'I'll take him down, Philly' I think to myself.
"You both know the duel rules? At ten, you both shoot." Said the purple jacket man.
We both nod. I cock Philip's musket. I was reading to take this man down. For Philly.
"One."
I was staring at Ecker with hate, and disgust. He killed my best friend.
"Two."
I was ready for this man. The man who killed my Philip.
"Three."
If I do die here, it will be the same place as Philip, at least.
"Four."
I'm a terrible shot, no doubt. My Daddy taught me how to use a gun, yes. But I never used it before really.
"Five."
Last chance to negotiate. This man will face the wrath of me.
"Six."
I'm doing this for Eliza. For Alexander. For me. To avenge their son.
"Seven."
That's when I was struck. The bullet hit my shoulder, I drop to the ground. Blood pouring out my shoulder. I could see the light. I could see Philip. I could see Momma. My Momma, Theodosia Burr.
Goodbye world...