The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 5

Right when Alex had walked into Eliza's home she had grabbed him and dragged him to the guest room where all of her makeup was set up. She sat him down on a stool, moved it to the right level, and immediately set to work. "So," Eliza sighed, "You have the worst bags under your eyes I have ever seen. Did you oversleep?" Hamilton nodded a little.

"Yes, and I didn't charge my phone." Hamilton sighed and continued to explain how his morning went, leaving out that John showed up but mentioning that he was thinking about the man. Eliza Schuyler knew all about his past with John, and how much the man had meant to him. Hamilton freely spoke about his bisexuality with her, and she listened to him. Alexander wasn't sure what sexuality Eliza identified by, but he knew she loved him.

Hamilton cleared his throat and closed his eyes so she could start working on a light eyeshadow. "Nothing too major," She mumbled, "Don't want the press calling you a transvestite or a drag queen." Hamilton smirked.

"Could you imagine? I can already see the headline. Diva queen treasurer, Alexander Hamilton, reveals himself as not a diva queen but a drag queen! God I would be such a wonderful icon. A disgrace. But a wonderful icon." Alex opened his eyes once she pulled the brush away to see Eliza frowning. He stopped laughing and blinked. He whispered, "What's wrong?"

Eliza sighed and shook her head, "Nothing. Do my jawline and cheekbones look okay?" Alex smiled with confusion.

"They look great as usual, Miss Schuyler." Alex sighed. Eliza stood up and handed Alexander a mirror. He looked in the mirror and smiled. Mascara, foundation to hide the bags under his eyes, some oak brown eyeshadow, and some black eyeliner. It was enough to show some flair, but not so much that the press would lose their heads. "Thank you, I love the eyeliner." Alex smiled.

Eliza sighed and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a jacket and pulled it over her button up shirt. "I wish I could wear a dress," She mumbled, "But I don't have any good ones." Alex walked over and looked through her clothes. She did have a large amount of dresses and pantsuits, but she also had some casual clothes scattered here and there.

"What about this one?" Alex asked, pulling out a light mint blue dress. "It looks cute!" Eliza shook her head and started looking for shoes. Hamilton put the dress back without another word. He pulled out another dress that went down to about Eliza's knees. It was strapless, but still looked modest enough to wear to a political function. Eliza shook her head once more.

Hamilton stopped looking and turned to her. He buttoned up the middle part of her jacket, moved her hair from her face, and kissed her hand. "You look gorgeous," Eliza whispered, stepping closer to the man. Hamilton smiled and gently caressed her cheek.

"Well you look perfect, Miss Schuyler." Hamilton whispered, stepping closer. Any closer and Alex would be stepping on the woman's toes, but I don't think either of them would have cared. They stayed like that, Alex gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb, Eliza holding his other hand. He leaned in, wondering if this was when they kissed. Here he was, a grown man in his 40's and thinking like a preteen at a school dance. Eliza sighed and pulled away, walking to her purse.

She mumbled, "Not now, you'll ruin my lipstick, handsome." Alex sighed and smiled.

"Of course, I understand." He grabbed his phone and charger and followed her out of the room. Alex made sure to shut the lights off before they walked outside to their cars. Right when hamilton got in the front, John was there in the passenger side, a smug smirk on his face. Alex frowned. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" John simply sighed and flipped some shades on.

John giggled, "I know something that you don't. That's all. Now drive, cutie." Alex blushed and hit the gas, speeding to get to the dinner on time. Eliza followed him, wondering who the other figure was in his car.