Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

8

"Delilah, I know you have a week left in France but I was thinking what if we went home today? There's a ship willing to take us to America," Georges says to me as we walk back from our meeting with Napoleon.

"Why so soon?" I ask him with a small and nervous laugh.

"Well I enrolled to Harvard during my 1st year and now that I am in my 3rd year. I need to continue my studies. As you know my mére and sœurs were in the prison fortress, Olmütz. Well, all of our money was confiscated so I had to live as a guest with Mr. Washington. Now that my whole family is being released from their prisons I can continue my education at Harvard. As much I would love to stay with my famille my studies come first," He sates. His face had a small hint of evil in it and it made me feel uneasy.

"That's understandable. I guess I can cut the trip short," I say dimly. I was happy to help him but I wasn't ready to leave this place. On the bright side, I would be able see Philip sooner then I would of before. I suddenly get hit with ecstatic butterflies dancing around in my stomach. A smile forces it self onto my face at the thought of him, my cheeks start tingling and is heat rising onto my face.

"Looks like your excited to go home," Georges laughs as he looks at my huge smile.

"You have no idea," I say quietly. I hum a quiet tune as I roam the roads of France for the last time with Georges.

"So, when will this ship take us to America?" I ask him. People turns heads at my southern accent instead of a French one like theirs. I laugh softly at their reactions of seeing a woman from the south in their country.

"A few hours, we should get home so you can pack," He says. I nod to him quickly.

My smile wouldn't shake off my stubborn face. I couldn't tell if it was because I was with the most perfect man in the world, or because I I am going to be home with my father, or that the very small part of me is counting down the days until I can see Philip again.

We reach Georges place with his bags already packed. I quickly brush it off, coming up with a million excuses of why they were packed.

I continue up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I pack up my dresses and shoes quickly. Still humming the familiar tune as I pack. I stop packing as I realize the tune I was humming. "Ae Fond Kiss"...Philip use to hum the tune and play it on the piano religiously.

He had told me that Peggy Schuyler Van Rensselaer had taught him the Scottish song. Along with his 11 cousins, Philip would constantly hum the sweet melody when we were together.

It was his way of letting me know he was happy. A small giggle reaches my throat from the realization. I place my hand over my mouth as I continue to let small laughs roll off my tongue. I was gay today and I don't know why I had butterflies all day and small outbursts of giggles. Ever since, I found out I will be going home.

I walk down the stairs with my bags to see Georges pacing the room.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I set my bags back and hurry over to him. I embrace him so he will stop this pacing.

"We need to hurry, we are gonna miss the ship," He says with fear itching in his voice.

"Well, if we do end up missing the ship then we can just spend one more night together! right?" I ask him sweetly.

"Of course," He lies. I can see right through him. He was like water, translucent.

"Are you sure your okay?" I ask him.

"I just have classes to get too and the sooner I get to America the better," He states rudely.

"Well then, we better get going," I sigh as I grab my bags from the ground. He takes my bags from my grip and sprints to the carriage. I follow him out quickly trying to keep my pace with him. He helps me into the carriage and then rushes, hurrying himself. The driver starts the carriage and we roll across the brick road.

"You look beautiful today," Georges says quietly.

"You don't have to say that," I blush.

"How could I not when it is all I can think about," He states. My cheeks are bright red by now.

"You look quite charming yourself," I tell him.

"Now, your just saying that," He chuckles.

"I'm not!" I exclaim, "I think you look rather ravishing in your black vest."

"Oh really?" He asks. He leans closer to me.

"Yes, really," I tell him. He laughs and our eyes meet his normally daring blue eyes were replaced with a washed out scared look. I smile at him as he closes the gap. Our lips meet into a sweet long kiss. He takes the lead by tilting his head. I pull away to breathe and to cool down for my cheeks were hot.

"Your not a bad kisser," he jokes.

"Hey!" I say as I slap his arm playfully.

"What! You said you haven't kissed anyone before so I didn't expect you to be so good," He defends.

"If you say so," I say quietly with a little sass.

"Oh come on! It was a joke Delilah," He whines.

"I know," I say back coolly. He opens his mouth to speak so I kiss him quickly shutting up whatever he was about to say. I pull away to give him another playful look.

"I was gonna say," He starts before I cut him off once again with another sweet but short kiss.

"So I can't speak now?" he exclaims as he throws his arms up in defeat. I burst into laughter at his actions.

"Of course you can," I tell him with an innocent smile.

"Good because I can," He says before I kiss him once again. He groans into the kiss with frustration. I laugh into the kiss before attempting to pull away but he just grabs my face keeping me close. I squirm under his touch until finally I give into his passionate kiss. Georges pulls away with a toothy grin.

"We're here," He sings. I look out the window to be met with the ocean.

"So it seems we are," I laugh, "Wait! You didn't say goodbye to your Mother or Father!"

"They know my situation," He says. Situation? I brush it off. I open the carriage door and then link my left arm with Georges as our driver holds our luggage. We walk onto the boat and Georges immediately pulls me into a random room. He burns a candle.

"We have to check in," I say.

"I already did," He says confidently.

"How?" I ask.

"Not important," He sings. I brush it off once again focusing my mind on the fact that I will be in New York once again. My first mission was to go and visit Philip and catch up. My heart beats faster at the thought of telling stories with him like we did a month ago.