Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

7

It had been a week of me in France and Georges and I are inseparable. We never stop laughing and often times we would just sit in my room to talk and laugh. He went with me to the meetings with his father and Napoleon. He was a good fake fiancée.

Philip and I have been sending letters back and forth but every time I would mention Georges in a letter he would take longer to respond or his letters were shorter and bitter. I would often rant to Georges about this and he would just say it was jealousy but Philip and I are only friends. I can not imagine why he would be get jealous over me.

Anyway, I am on my way to meet Georges and Napoleon. No, Lafayette today to give the bad news to Napoleon, just me.

Soon, I arrive at the bistro location in Paris where the meeting was taking place. I walked through the fancy glass doors and scanned for any familiar faces. Lucky, I see Georges sitting at a small booth near the back of the bistro. I walk towards him clasping my hands together in front of me. Once, I reach him I sit on the same booth as him.

"Delilah," He smiles. He then kisses my cheek and instantly I heat up.

"I love your blush," He laughs softly.

"I know. You've said," I say shyly. I stroke a piece of my brown hair behind my left ear.

"Why you so nervous," He laughs but looks at my lovingly.

"I don't know. You can make me so nervous sometimes," I confess. He raises his eyebrow.

"Oh really?" He asks softly. He turns away from me. He stays facing the other way so all I can see is his brown hair.

"Georges?" I ask as I place my hand on his shoulder. He quickly turns around with two breadsticks handing out of his mouth. I burst into laughter. I normally would never find something so childish funny but the fact that he was the one who did it is why I laugh as hard as I do around him.

"You still nervous?" He says with the breadsticks still in his mouth. I shake my head 'no'. I then take one of the tasty breadsticks out of his mouth and bite the dry bottom part.

"Delicious," I hum as I chew the garlicky bread.

"Delilah, I'm going to miss you," He sighs.

"Let's no think about that right now," I say stiffly.

"Well I was thinking..." He drags. I look at him suspiciously.

"I cleared it with my pére too," He says.

"Stop beating around the bush," I say with my thickest southern accent.

"What if I went to America with you?" He asks.

"I would love that!" I yell. He smiles wide.

"Also, we would be in America but not as friends but courters?" He asks. Now was my time to smile.

"Is this your way of asking if you can court me?" I ask him.

"Yes it is," He tells me with a toothy grin.

"Of course!" I sequel. My first courter. He suddenly leans closer to me. I was about to have my first kiss when I hear an unfortunate voice.

"Very unprofessional!" Napoleon says from behind me. We both pull away and turn towards short man. He was the same height as me making it quite a sad look for a man seeking power. I was tall for a woman 5'7 but for a man that was rough.

"Napoleon Bonaparte, how lovely," I greet sourly.

"Miss Jefferson, let's get this meeting over with," Napoleon says fakely.

"Well, you see it is over with," I say plainly.

"Excuse me?" He asks. I hand him the papers I was holding that clarified that Lafayette belonged to the Chamber of Duties not Napoleon.

"Fine, I will let this go but I want you to tell me where should I conquer next," he asks. I really didn't want Napoleon in power so this could be fun.

"Next year take a military expedition to Egypt," I randomly say.

"Egypt?" He asks.

"Yes, they are low on supplies right now and thriving with wealth," I make up.

"I'll think about it," He says. He then walks out of the bistro.

"What a weird man?" I laugh over to Georges. He laughs along with me.

"I know right. I didn't know you knew Egypt's economic status? I don't think what you said was true?" He kindly asks.

"It's not I could just care less about that man and a failed expedition can break his supreme power," I say wickedly.

"Evil!" He jokes, "I like." I laugh at his words.

"You crack me up," I tell him.

"I'm glad," He says happily.

"This is why I am so excited we are courting. Did you get my father's permission?" I ask him.

"Of course, I did! He said he is 'happy for us and just no sex.' He 'wants grandkids but not yet.'," He quotes my father. I laugh of course my father would say something like that.

"Of course he would say that," I tell him.

"I just wanted to let you know. I do want to wait till marriage. I believe in waiting," He says. I sigh in relief.

"That will be no problem. I too am waiting till marriage," I tell him.

"Good! This is good, it's healthy. Oh how do you think Philip will react to this. You know he is jealous of me," he gloats. I keep my smile but I wonder how would Philip react. We aren't dating and I do not like him like I like Georges but then why do I dream of him on sleepless nights and deep down why do I wish he would be jealous of Georges.