My Childhood Friend Turned Soulmate (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

The Story

//Saturday//

The carriage bumped its way across the road as I fiddled with the end of my dress. My father was sitting next to me while reading the newspaper. We were headed to the Hamilton's house to hang out with Philip for the day, and I couldn't wait. My father, noticing my excitement, put down the paper and rubbed my head playfully, messing up my (Y/HC) hair.

"You excited?" He asked. I pat down my hair and nodded.

After a few more minutes of explaining to my father how many freckles Philip had, the carriage slowed to a stop.

"We're here Mr. President." The driver said over his shoulder. My father thanked him and opened the door, getting out and grabbing me by the sides and helping me off. I giggled as he swung me over his shoulder walking up the driveway, and putting me down just before the large front door. Both of us looked at each other before knocking on the door together. The door quickly opened, revealing Mr. Hamilton himself.

"Ah, Mr. President! Welcome sir!" He said excitedly, opening the door farther to let us in.

"And welcome to you too (Y/N)." He added. I smiled and ran to catch up with my father.

"Mr. President! It's good to see you!" Someone said. I turned to see a woman walking down some stairs into the foyer. She had a teal-blue dress and black shiny hair, as well as the face of a 20 year old.

"Mrs. Hamilton! It's great to see you! You haven't aged a day." My father greeted. I decided to not be shy this time and stood my ground, looking up at the woman.

"You flatter me, Mr. President. Is this the (Y/N) Philip keeps telling me about?" She said gesturing to me.

Confidence depleted.

I stepped closer to my father and put my hand on his leg, ready to bolt at any moment.

"Yes, this is her. Come on (Y/N), don't be shy." My father bent down and patted my back. I stepped forward and looked back at the woman.

"Hello." I smiled shyly. Mrs. Hamilton bent down like how Mr. Hamilton did a few days ago and waved.

"Hi (Y/N), my name is Eliza." She said. I bounced on the balls of my heels for a moment.

"You're really pretty." I said quickly, then I stepped back to my father again. She giggled and stood up.

"She has quite the manners." She mentioned to my father. He chuckled and rubbed my hair again.

"(Y/N)!" A child's voice exclaimed from the stairs. I looked up and smiled excitedly. Philip was standing in the middle of the stairs waving like a maniac. I looked up to my father and asked for permission to go meet Philip.

"Go have fun, alright?" He laughed. I looked to Eliza, who smiled and nodded. I then waved them both goodbye and ran towards Philip on the steps. He then grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, waving to his parents as well.

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Me and Philip played upstairs for about 2 hours before Eliza called us down for tea. As we hopped down the stairs, Mr. Hamilton called us over to the living room.

The room was very tall with dark wood lining basically every wall. The fireplace was lit and crackling with life, and a several paintings covered the walls. Mr. And Mrs. Hamilton as well as my father were on couches and chairs surrounding a coffee table with a teapot and several cups.