Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

"(Y/n), we're leaving! Now." your father said in a commanding voice. You looked over at Philip, his expression that of dismay.

"I have to go. I promise I'll visit soon," you smiled, holding out your hand for Philip to shake. Philip went passed you, embracing you in a hug rather than a hand-shake.

"Young sir, I advise you to remove yourself from my daughter this instant." Jefferson growled, pushing you and Philip apart with his walking stick; that served no purpose but for decor.

The two of you made your way out in silence, you snuck a quick glance at Philip, his head hanging low.

As you and your father walked out he gave Eliza a sincere smile then looked at Mr. Hamilton with a scowl.

"Hamilton."

"Jefferson."

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You had arrived home at about 10:30. You could feel sleep taking over your body as you walked up the many steps that were outside of you home.

'Why do we have to live in such a big house?' you thought to yourself, wanting to cry from the burning sensation in your legs.

"Daddy, when are we going to be seeing Philip Hamilton and his parents again?" you asked, smiling. Your father instantly tensed at your words.

"Never, darling." your father replied, not looking down at you.

"What? Why not?"

"Because, Hamilton is a very worthy adversary. We're both on different ends of the spectrum. Alas, I admit, I've never been toe-to-toe with anyone such as him. He's more hard-working and eloquent than I'll ever be." your father sighed, letting it all out.

"Daddy, I just wanted to know why we won't be in the Hamilton's company. Not about all your fears," you told him, looking at him with confusion.

Your dad chuckled, playing with your hair. The two of you reached the end of the steps, the door immediately opening for the both of you.

"Mr and Miss Jefferson. A pleasure seeing you arrived without any complications." the butler smiled, moving out of the way so that the both of you could enter.

Your father wasted no time in walking to the direction of his study, the door shutting.

"Miss (Y/n), shall I draw you a warm bath? Or would you rather go straight to bed?" one of the maids questioned.

"I'd rather go straight to bed. Thank you." you smiled, making your way to your room.

You changed into your nightgown, the fabric looking beautiful against your complexion.

You laid yourself on your bed, the silky sheets and satin pillows flooding your senses with their heavenly feeling and delightful scent.

As sleep took over you couldn't help but dream of Philip, hoping that soon the two of you would be reunited.