This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

The Crazy Plan

Previously:

"Where are you going?"

I didn't turn around to see who said that.

"I need to apologize to someone!"
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Laurens's point of view

Hercules, Alexander and I waited by a large collection of carts that were meant to drive revolutionary volunteers to the camp. We all agreed to meet here and Lafayette and (y/n) were the last ones to arrive.

"Where are they? They shouldn't be this late."

Herc was getting impatient.

"I'm sure they're on their way."

I looked through the crowd of people and finally saw a familiar man with poofy hair.

"There's Laf. Hey! Over here."

I waved my hand in the air to get his attention.

When he came closer, I realized he looked sad, like someone had killed a turtle right in front of him.

Me and Herc tried to lighten the mood, but Alex just went in blunt.

"What's wrong? Where's (y/n)?"

He looked at the ground as if to hide his disappointment.

"She's not coming."

I put my hand on his back.

"Why not? Did something happen to her?"

He said nothing as he climbed into the back of the cart. I knew he would tell us later, but right now he needed space.

Hercules and Alex followed him in. I gave one more look around the crowd before finally joining them.
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(Y/n) point of view

I ran threw crowds of people, apologizing when I bumped into them. I felt so bad for overreacting and leaving Laf alone.

The meeting spot wasn't extraordinarily far from the Schuyler mansion. I reached it in 10 minutes when I ran the whole way.

People were everywhere. They were talking, some were crying.

I looked for any familiar faces. There weren't any and there was only one cart left.

I ran towards it.

Maybe they waited for me!

I ripped open a small curtain that hid the inner part of the cart. My heart sank when I saw no one.

I missed them.

I held back tears. I wouldn't cry over this. I'd see them again. I'll wait for the winters ball when they come back and I'll see them again.

The walk back the Schuyler sister's was quiet and dejecting. Each step was a reminder that I had failed. I sent my friends off with the feeling that I hated them. I wish I could them I didn't mean it. Especially Laf.