Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

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     A month without Philip, a month with Georges, a month with a happy father, a month without happiness. I've tried to be happy I've really tried but watching Philip flirt with every girl breaks my heart a bit every time. I've tried to fall in love with Georges, every kiss becomes more and more toxic to me. I feel poisoned on his lies. I've tried to forget my father's rampage and focus on his happiness. I've tried to not be so depressed. I've tried all these things in a month but I fail every time. I fail to forgive and forget.

     Even Angelica Hamilton won't talk to me anymore. Georges is smothering me with all this unwanted love and it's driving me up a wall. My father's happiness sickens me. Watching him drink his red wine, laugh with James Madison, or even returning from work with that dumb cocky smile that makes me insides churn and crumble. He's my father and I love him but I want him to remember what he did to me. All I want is for him to remember...

     All of that isn't important anymore anyway. I had decided to move back to Monticello after this weekends ball. To just get away from everyone. To be happy once again. So, to pass my last days in New York I shop. It's the only thing keeping me going anymore. My father has endless amounts of money so why not use it. I walk into the first tailoring shop of the day. I'm greeted with Hercules Mulligan.

     "Mr. Mulligan," I great with a polite nod and curtsy.

     "No need for that Miss. Delilah, your pretty much family here," He tells me.

     "You could say that," I joke with him.

     "Your the only reason I'm still in business. Your spending all your rich money on my dresses, why?" He asks.

     "I love your fashion sense it's new and different from anything around here. Plus, no one shops here so I'm always the center of attention on my dresses from your secret but brilliant work. I have to keep you open," I joke back to him.

     "I see, are you still with that Hamilton?" He asks. I stiffen and freeze at his words.

     "Who?" I ask as I slowly pet the green fabric in front of me. It was silky like Philip's skin. The green was his father's favorite color making it his favorite color. The color reminds me of his soft humming he would do. The way it blends into fabric brightening the room just like he does. 

     "You know the kid you were sharing that dressing room with about two month ago," He says as he wiggles his eyebrows and makes a huge thrusting movement as says 'dressing room'. I burst into laughter at his foolishness.

     "Please, I would never let some rat like him touch me. I would simply just die," I lie adding a small fake laugh after. The door had opened during my sentence.

     "Mr. Hamilton," Hercules's greats the new customer with open arms. I quickly turn around in shock to be met with bright blue eyes. I breath in relief...Alexander Hamilton not Philip Hamilton.

     "Mulligan!" He yells as they embrace and pat each other on the back hard. I wince at the hollow sounds of their pats.

     "I was just helping Miss. Delilah over here with some new fittings," Mulligan says as he pulls away and gestures over to me. I watch those piercing blues eyes scan the room over to me. His sharp eyes turn into a deadly glare as his eyes reach me. I quickly turn around placing my hand on my heart, breathing deeply, as I pretend to look at the green fabric.

     "Miss. Jefferson," He sneers. I gulp quietly. Why is he so threatening? My throat tightens and drys.

     "Mr. Hamilton how nice to see you again," I say politely while still turned away from him.