Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 22

(A/n)
This chapter was inspired by a hilarious comment that MichealMurpyHamilton made on the previous chapter. Enjoy!

You froze in your spot, your chest aching as you watched your father slowly make his way up the steps and into your home. "I knew I shouldn't have let you in!" you yelled, slapping your forehead. "What are we going to do? There's no way I can sneak you out without my father noticing!"

Philip tensed, remembering how the last time he had met your father went. His forehead slowly covered in nervous sweating as he looked around with you.

Despite the fact that your room was gigantic, there wasn't many options as to where Philip could hide. You had your walk in closet, but you didn't want Philip in your closet. There was also your bathroom, but that was a bit too obvious of a hiding spot.

"So, what's the plan?" Philip asked you, his voice shakey as he placed a nervous hand on your shoulder. "I-I... I don't know.." you replied in dismay, looking down at the ground in uninterrupted thought.

Judging by the expression upon Philip's face, it was painfully obvious that he was surprised by your answer. "(Y/n)," he began. "I knew you for a vast amount of my childhood, and you've never been one to give up. Even when we were mere children, young children, at the age of seven; you never gave up." he told you, making you look at him confused.

You stood up, looking at yourself in your mirror, your expression unchanged. "What does any of this have to do with me hiding you from my father?" you asked him, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Philip walked next to you, his figure appearing next to you in the mirror. His eyes made contact with yours through the reflection. "Because I know you can do anything you set your mind to. You are (Y/n) Jefferson; the most talented, intelligent... And the most beautiful young lady I have ever had the pleasure of meeting," Philip smirked, placing his hand on yours.

You looked down at his hand, then up towards his smirking face. "Philip, as unladylike as it may be... I need you to hide yourself in my closet!" you slightly yelled, pulling away your hand and pushing him so that he was inside your gigantic closet. Before he could utter another word you quickly slammed it shut, then ran over to the middle of your room, loud footsteps echoing outside.

As if right on cue, your father walked in. His expression was cold and unchanging as his eyes bore into your own. "My darling daughter, why ever were you screaming?" he suspiciously asked you. Circling around your figure as he walked.

You tensed, quickly glancing towards your closet. Letting out a sharp sigh you began to speak, "I was just admiring my dress father. It's absolutely magnificent. Don't you agree?" you asked him, twirling around.

Jefferson looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and the smile that adorned your face was quickly swept away. "Very well then," was all he said in reply, making his way out of your room.

When the door was fully closed you let out a loud breath that you had no idea you had been holding in. You cautiously walked towards your closet, keeping your eye on the door of your room as you did so.

"It's safe for you to come out now... I hope" you whispered the last part to yourself as you opened your closet door.

Inside of your closet Philip was struggling with a corset, which he had wrapped around his waist. "Help. Me." he choked out, clawing at the trap.

You giggled in amusement, loosening up the corset that trapped Philip. He let out a loud breath of relief, holding onto his sides in pain. "I apologize for the fact that you women have to wear those," Philip told you.

[×]

The sky had turned a deep purple, stars scattered throughout the night. You had snuck out of your home when your father had retreated to his room for the night. "I wanted to thank you - again - for helping me," Philip sweetly spoke, his freckled face turning a light pink.

"I had to," you replied, "If not my father would have murdered the both of us,"

Philip nodded in understanding, staring at you out of the corner of his eye while the both of you walked. "Are you cold?" he asked as he noticed your shivering form.

You shook your head indicating no. "I'm fine, really. It's only a bit chilly,"

Philip shook his head, shrugging off his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, his chest pressed up against your back as he did so. "You can't lie to me," he whispered in your ear slowly, making you jump away from his embrace.

"P-Philip," you choked out, walking away from him. "I know you think you know me, but we haven't seen each other in over 10 years. I-I... I don't like you in you in the way that you like me," you told him, clutching your chest.

Philip held onto his jacket tightly, then pressed it up against his chest. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He dropped his jacket onto the floor, covering his face with his hands.

You looked at his weeping figure, and slowly walk over to him. "Philip, I didn't mean for my words to make you cry," you cooed, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

[×]

After the incident you had volunteered to walk Philip home, despite the fact that he lived miles from your own estate. "How will you get home?" Philip asked you, now standing at the gigantic doors of his home.

"I'll find a way home," you replied with a smile. The door suddenly opened up, revealing a face you never thought you'd see again.

"(Y/n), is that you?" the voice asked. You slowly nodded your head, walking towards them.

"Eliza!" you yelled, running over to her and wrapping her in a tight hug. She instantly hugged back, tears falling from the both of your eyes.

"I had almost lost all hope. I thought you'd never come back," she told you, leading you inside.

The home was just as you remembered it to be. With the exception of a few new things. It still smelled the same, and had the same welcoming feeling it had always had.

"I've always wanted to return. However, you know Mr. Hamilton and my father both despise the presence of one another. My father didn't want me anywhere near here." you explained, smiling down at a small girl who tugged at your dress.

Footsteps echoed down the stairway, and a pair of dirty boots slowly descended down.

"Hello, (Y/n), it's been a while since we've last seen each other,"