Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

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My dad never came to apologize and I never left my room that night. It was about two hours into my lonely sobs when I hear a faint knock on my window. I bolt up out of bed. My breath quickening.

"What the?" I mumble as I stand from my bed. I stare at the window for a good minute until a rock hits it once again. I jump at the soft sound.

     I grab my candle and slowly walk towards the window. Right as I'm about to look down another rock comes hurdling towards me. I let out a small yelp as I duck in fear. Nothing hits me so I uncover myself and look at the window.

A man was on my lawn he looked like he was searching for another rock. I turn the handle to slightly open my window.

"Who are you?" My hoarse voice asks the man. It was quite dark but I can see him jump a bit at my voice. He turns around revealing his handsome identity.

"Mr. Hamilton?" I whisper yell.

"Miss Jefferson! I came here to apologize for my rude manner earlier. It was inconsiderate of me to ignore your feelings on the matter," He says sincerely.

"Mr. Hamilton. Now is not the time to be apologizing for your rude manner! I would prefer to be alone. Also, my father will kill you for talking to me," I scold him.

"I'm sorry for the last minute drop by but I just felt so guilty. I had to make things right," He tells me.

"Thank you but really you must be going now. Before we are caught," I tell him.

"As you wish. I just hope you can forgive me," He asks.

"Of course Mr. Hamilton," I tell him with a small smile. He smiles back at me before he makes his way over to his horse. He jumps onto the horse but before he can take off thunder roars scaring the poor animal. Philip was thrown off  and hit the hard rocky road.

"Mr. Hamilton are you okay?" I whisper yell. He groans and stands up as rain recklessly falls from the heavens.

"I really hate to ask this but could you let me in until the storm passes? My horse wont ride in this weather," He asks. I hesitate. Father would kill me for having a man in my room especially a Hamilton but I can not leave him in the rain.

"You know our fathers would never approve," I say as I look out seeing if anyone could see us.

"They don't need to know. Plus, we aren't going to do anything. I mean unless you want to?" He flirts. I scoff ready to shut the window on him.

"Well, you can just about freeze out there with that attitude," I spit at him. I roll the handle closing the window.

"Wait! I'll stop. Just please," He begs

"My word is this true. Philip Hamilton begging? It's a miracle," I joke with him.

"I'm quite surprised myself it's normally the other way around," He laughs. I start to turn the handle again.

"Wait! I'm sorry," He yells. I quietly laugh.

"Come on. Climb up the flora display," I tell him opening the window so it was wide enough for him to squeeze through. He does as I say.

     His white long sleeves was soaked and I could see every muscle through the see-through material. I feel my cheeks become red as I watch him climb. Soon enough I hold my hand out for him. He takes it firmly and my breath catches in my throat. I pull him up and into my room. He falls onto my wooden floor leaving a small puddle.

"You okay Mr. Hamilton?" I worry. He smiles standing up.

"Don't call me that. It's Philip," He tells me. I blush a bit more as his vest was hanging low and his see through shirt exposed him more then I was comfortable with.