It Will All Be Okay [philip hamilton x reader]

Chapter 1 ~ This is it

A/N - This story is inspired by Babooshka123! ♡ Also, if you see something like 'insert words' that means your thinking. ☁︎ And finally, at the moment you are 13 and you father died when you were 3.

YEAR - 1795

Like always, it was in the 1700's, it was a normal day. 7 am, out getting milk from your cow, Betsey, for breakfast. You go out in your farm clothes and begin to milk her. About 30 minutes later You finish and go back into your house.

"Mother, I have the milk!" You say happily.

Wheezing, your mother replies, "Thank you, dear, now go, relax until breakfast."

You start to walk out then your mother stops you."

"Wait, (Y/N), I have another task for you."

You turn your head back to your mothers bed and listen to her task she has to tell you.

"Please go to the store and fetch me some fresh apples, oranges, bananas, and lemons."

"Yes mother, I love you."

You walk over to give her a kiss and walk out to the store. Walking down the side walk, you see a duel happening, you just barely peek through 2 peoples shoulders and see what looks to be like 2 30 year old men dueling. You walk past the duel, trying not to get any trouble, and walk into the store.

You buy all of your mothers desires and start to head home. You knock on the door 3 times and say that it's you at the door. No one answers so you grab the emergency key from underneath the mat and unlock the door.

"Mother, I have all of your fruit!" You say.

There is no reply and you assume she must be sleeping. You put the fruit on the counter and head to you mothers room. You see her on the bed, and grab her hand. It's cold. You put your head to her chest and feel no breathing. You're mother died while you were at the store.

You fall to the floor and sob. You realize you have to hurry for paramedics if there's any chance of her living and rush to the nearest one.

You get in contact with paramedics and they rush over the your house. Only for them to figure out that a lifeless body is in your house. Your mother.

"You're too young to live on you're own, you must find a house to stay or you can't live here anymore." The doctor says.

'Wow, thanks for the help doctor.'

You leave you're house around 8pm. It's dark outside. You're only source of light is the street lamps and the moon.

10 minutes into walking around town, a man, about 6'2 and around 30 years old comes up to you and grabs you by your neck. He looked like the man who was dueling while you were getting fruit earlier that day. You struggle for air and hear a gunshot in the near distance. It's not the man choking you, yet another one with slicked back hair, wearing a blue jacket. The older man let's go of you and you faint because lack of air.

--- time passes ---

"You've been unconscious for about 10 minutes now. I've stayed with you here because there is no doctor nearby for 5 miles. What's your name?" The man, who saved your life, says.

"Wow sir, thank you," you respond. "My name is (Y/N). May I know yours?" You stand up and curtsy at him. As it was the polite way to introduce yourself.

"'My name? Why, it's Alexander Hamilton, but you can call me Alex." The man says. "Come, let's find your parents."

You stop dead in your tracks.

"What's wrong?"

"My father died when I was 3, and my mother died just this morning. I don't have a home, I'm too young to live by myself. I'm only 13."

Alex looks like he's thinking, and then he says, "Would you like to live with me until you may move out?"

"Are you serious?"

"Completely."

You start tearing up and you go to hug Alex.

"Thank you, sir." You whisper in his shoulder.