This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Do You Believe Me?

Previously:

"Are you alright, Miss?"

I looked at him. I knew he could tell I was scared.

"No. I defiantly am not all right."
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(Y/n) point of view

Alex looked me up and down. I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain.

"I suppose I owe you some answers."

Alex nodded his head.

"Yes. I suppose so. To start off, what's your name?"

"(Y/n)."

"Where are you from."

Shit. Do I tell him the truth? He probably won't believe me. But if he does?

I took a deep breath.

"I'm from New York, but from the year 2018. I know you have no right to trust me or believe me, but that's the truth. I don't know how I got here or how to get home, so I guess I'm stuck here for now."

He just stared at me with a shocked expression.

Say something! Come on! Don't leave me like this.

I looked at the ground and waited for a response.

"Prove it."

Prove it! How?

I paused, thinking of a response.

"Your an orphan immigrant. By fourteen, they placed you in charge of a trading charter. When you were ten your father split, full of it, debt ridden then two years we see you and your mother bed ridden, half dead, sitting in your own sick, the scent thick. You got better but your mother went quick. Moved in with your cousin, the cousin committed suicide. Left you with nothing but ruined pride. You started working, clerking for your late mother's land lord. Then you raised enough to book passage on a ship that was New York bound."

My mouth curved a little bit into a smirk, proud of my little mash-up. As for Alex, he stood there, his mouth wide open. I don't blame him. Hours seemed to pass before he even blinked.

"Okay. I believe you."

I was really surprised I thought he was going to send me to a mental asylum, or whatever the equivalent of that is in this time period.

"Thank you."

Even there was so much going through my head, I couldn't manage to say anything else.

"So, why are you dressed like that?"

I looked down at my exposing tank top and leggings.

"I wear these at night when I'm going to bed. They're my pajamas. And where I'm from, women can wear what they want. People don't normally wear dresses."

Alex nodded. He seemed to be processing all of this while he talked.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Well, I went to bed back home and woke up here."

He paused to think.

"We need to get you some cloths. For now, take this."

He handed me his jacket. It fit a little loosely, but not to noticeable. I took a hair tie off my wrist and put my hair up to finish off the look.

"Well, how do I look?"