Hamilton OneShots

Don't Leave ~ Mullette

(Hercules Mulligan's POV)              ~trigger warning~

It's a nice quiet day in New York City, I'm hanging out with my two best friends John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton. We are just casually sipping coffee at their apartment, when John brings up Lafayette.

"So Herc, how's Laf doing?" He asks cautiously.

"He's not doing to well, he had another freak-out yesterday, told me he never wanted to see me again." John gives me the 'I'm sorry' look and Alexander cuts in.

"Herc I'm so sorry, is there anything we can do for you?" Alexander asks.

"I don't think so, unless you know someone who can help Laf." I say gloomily.

Lafayette was diagnosed with split personality disorder a couple months back, he's had some pretty bad freak-outs, most of the time, he's loving and sweet. He has that 'would never hurt a fly' personality, but sometimes, Laf's personality switches. His entire demeanor changes, he'll scream at me that he doesn't love me, and that no-one will. He'll say that I should just kill myself and it would solve all his problems. Of course he never means to say it, he always apologizes after, and breakdowns to tears as he begs my forgiveness. Of course I forgive him, It's not his fault. The poor thing, he must be so scared.

"Well gentlemen, I should be getting back, you know how he gets when It's dark out. I hope he's in a good mood, if you know what I mean." I tell my friends.

"Of course Herc, and just remember, we're both here for you whenever you require our comfort. Laf will come around, I'm sure." John says warmly. 

I collect my jacket and keys and head out the door to my car. I sit in the driver's seat and start the  car. The radio comes on and I smile, my favorite song "When  We Were Young" by Adele starts playing. The reason I like this song is because it reminds me of my relationship with Lafayette.

"Everybody loves the things you do, from the way you talk, to the way you move."

Sometimes I miss the way Lafayette and I used to be. We were perfect.

"Everybody here is watching you, 'cause you feel like home, you're like a dream come true."

He helped me get on my feet. When we met, we were just teenagers, but I was so depressed, I didn't know who I was. Lafayette was there for me.

"But if by chance you're here alone, can I have a moment, before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long, hoping you're someone I used to know ."

I remember the night I asked him out. The sun was setting peacefully behind Manhattan, the wind was gentle and sweet.

"You look like a movie, you sound like a song. My God, this reminds me, of when we were young." 

We walked peacefully through the park, till I pulled him aside. I was so nervous. He looked at me with a confused look until I leaned closer to him. He softened his gaze, and he leaned closer too, before I knew it, our lips were pressed together.

"Let me photograph you in this light, in case it is the last time that we might be exactly like we were before we realized, we were sad of getting old, it made us restless. It was just like a movie, it was just like a song."  

It was dusk, and we were under a streetlamp. It was perfect. We were perfect. 

"I was so scared to face my fears, nobody told me that you'd be here."

Then Lafayette went on a short trip to visit his cousin in Paris, France. He left the man I loved, and came back the way he is now. If only I knew what happened to him while he was there.