Hamilton One Shots

False Blame (Modern!LaurensXreader)

Warnings: blood and cursing

Words: 3476

The rain pelted down in sheets as the woman ran though the busy New York streets. She needed to get home to her fiancé as soon as possible. She had accidentally stayed at the library longer than she meant to. Three hours longer than she meant to.

She wanted to leave but while she was there some man bumped into her and soaked her in the drink in his hands. It looked like a bottle of water but the scent gave it away as watered down vodka. Her friend with her, Alexander, had given her one of his spare shirts he kept in his car for emergencies and sprayed her down with a bottle of cologne, hoping to mask the alcohol smell. It didn't help much.

She had been working for about a month in the library with Alex on a video for her fiancé. She wanted to surprise him with a collection of photos and videos of them while their favorite songs played in the background. She had stayed so late at the library because she was almost done. She was happy to say she had finished it, with the help of Alex.

Her clothing was drenched as she headed up the stairs of her apartment. At least the DVD in her book bag was safely tucked into a plastic container.

The stairs were slick and covered in other muddy footprints, making her walk up them carefully.

Once she reached her door she quickly rung out her soaked clothing, inhaling the still lingering scent of Alexander's cologne and the alcohol. She then squeezed the water out of her hair as it fell in fat droplets to the muddy floor. She pulled the key out of her pocket and opened the door to the apartment.

She looked at the digital clock near the door to see the time. 10:45 pm. Shit, John was probably worried sick. Her phone had died so she wasn't able to warn him of her absence. "John?" She whisper yelled, trying not to wake him if he had decided to go to sleep.

A crash came from the kitchen and a curly head of hair poked its way around the corner. He smiled brightly and ran over to the woman and wrapped her in a warm embrace. "(Y/N)! I was so worried about you! Where were you... his voice trailed off as he pulled away from her. She smiled at him but his eyes filled with confusion.

"Why do you smell like alcohol and some other guy's cologne?" He asked her in a shaky voice. His eyes widened as he saw her shirt. "What the hell is this?" He asked in an angry voice. Oh shit.

"Sorry I was late, Johnny." She started as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I lost track of time at the library. It's actually a pretty funny story." She laughed as she sat her bag down.

"Oh? It's funny is it?" He asked in a tone full of rage. "What is his name?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" She questioned, confused.

"The guy your sleeping with, what is his name?" He asked as he clenched his fist. (Y/N) saw him looked down at her shirt once again. The shirt Alex had given her about an hour before. She shook her head. "This? This is Alex's shirt. He let me borrow it after some ass-"

"I've never seen him wear it." He said with a snort. (Y/N) took a step closer to him but he crossed his arms and glared down at her. "And if you were going to say it's his cologne too, he doesn't where that kind." He growled.

(Y/N) raises an eyebrow. "How do you know what his cologne smells like?" She asked. John rolled his eyes. "We dated a long time ago, remember?" He asked. She nodded.

"He said it was this kind Eliza bought him one year for Christmas that he kept in his car incase he ever needed it." She said, trying to calm down the man in front of her. John started into her eyes for a minute before growling again in a darker tone. "Get out." He said.