You sat in your room, looking through your closet. Majority of the clothing inside was old and slightly dull, which you weren't used to.
Ever since you were little you've been used to getting a new wardrobe at the drop of a hat, but now you had to go out and do things on your own, which was a bit difficult to say the least.
There was a small knock on your door, the door opening a few moments later.
On the other side was Philip's little sister Angelica. "Good morning, (Y/n)!" she cheered, running up to you. She tugged on your skirt, wanting you to carry her.
You happily lifted her up off of the ground, sitting her on your hip while you continued looking through your closet. "How are you doing, sweetie?" you asked her, smiling down at her as pulled out a simple purple dress from the closet.
"I'm fine," she replied, "I have a question,"
"What is it?" you cheerfully asked.
"Do you love my brother?" she questioned with a devious smirk. You looked at her with a surprised expression, not entirely sure of how to answer her question.
"Did Philip tell you to ask me?" you questioned with suspicion, placing the small girl back onto the floor.
"Yep!" she happily admitted.
"Angelica! I told you not to tell her!" Philip suddenly ran in, picking up the small girl and throwing her into the air.
You stared at the two with a questioning expression, tapping your foot on the ground with your arms crossed.
Philil looked at you, his facial expression nervous. "G-Good morning!" he stuttered, staring down at the floor, his cheeks blazing.
"Well? Is it yes or no? I'm not getting any younger over here!" Angelica yelled out, her tiny hands balled up into fists.
You looked between the two, yout mind racing at a million miles per second.
Did you love him?
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Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionYour father, Thomas Jefferson, introduced you to Alexander Hamilton and his family at the young age of eleven. You hit it off with their eldest son Philip no problem, but will it last? #1 in Alexander Hamilton
