Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

6

Finally, I set foot on the small cement bricks of Paris. The soft smell of tasty pastries surround me and I sigh in satisfaction. Ladies, wearing huge bird cages as dresses were scurrying along with men in very baggy pants and long trench coats. The fashion was very different from America and I stood out like a sore thumb. I was wearing a simple rectangular shaped hip dress. Where all the other ladies dresses were very round and quite oval looking.

I look down at my dress and I can feel people gazes on me. I start to panic I don't belong here and I have no one other then the Lafayette's. My breathing starts to quicken as I fidget my hands interlocking my fingers and unlocking them in a pattern. My right foot starts to tap to a unknown rhythm as I take deep breaths. The loud voices slowly fade as I watch my hands dance together.

My chest is rising and falling quickly and my stays are killing my lungs. Tears burn my eyes and I roughly fight them away...

"Miss Jefferson?" I pure French voice asks concerned. I quickly look up as my breathing ceases and my hearing comes back deafening me.

"Oh, hello," I say rushed as I wipe my tears away quickly.

"I am your personal driver. I am suppose to take you to 'Hôtel de La Fayette,'," The voice says. He was a tall man in a brown trench coat and light cream baggy pants ending at his black boots. He had peach fuzz and his hair was nicely combed back. He had stunning green eyes like mine but blinding blonde color of hair.

"Lead the way sir," I smile. My tears have stopped and my breathing had gone back to normal but I still feel like people are staring at me.

"Bonjour, belle dame," A man says as he steps in between me and the driver.

"Um, I don't speak French," I blankly say as I try to look around his broad frame to see where my driver has gone.

"No problem, Miss. I can speak multiple languages," He purrs. He bends down a bit to get right into my face. Unlike the driver this man had unflattering facial features. Starting with his quiet hairy eyebrows and chin. He had dark mischievous eyes and a long nose. I back away from him ending up with me bumping into a grumpy middle-aged women. She scoffs at me and pushes me onto the ground. My petticoat rips from impact. I gasp as I land on my backside.

"Are you okay miss?" A man says as he rushes to my side. The creepy man who got me in this position had disappeared along with my driver. Great...

"I'm fine thank you," I say quietly. He holds out his hand and I hesitate before taking it worried he will pull the same shenanigans as the other man. He pulls me up with incredible strength.

"Oh wow, thank you," I laugh as I finally stabilize myself on the ground. He joins in my laughter and holds my arm to keep me up. I look up at him meeting his dark blue eyes.

I stop laughing and my eyes go wide as I study his face, "Oh, wow." I stupidly say. I shake my head in embarrassment as he laughs at me. His wild brown hair swept across his face at the sudden gust of wind. I laugh again as my cheeks go red.

"I'm sorry that was embarrassing," I laugh awkwardly. He stops laughing and looks at me longingly.

"Don't be embarrass the way you admire me is quite charming also that blush you wear suits you. I never want to see it disappear," He tells me. My cheeks become darker.

"Just like that," He says pointing at my cheeks. I tilt my head down so my hair covers my face.

"Oh no, come on don't hide it now," He laughs. He gentle touches my chin and guides my chin up so we lock eyes.