Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens

Oh, Fuck, Here We Go Again

no self harm or blood because im rewriting this so hahahaha send help

also im so done with myself im ready to go drown i hate rewriting stuff

Laf was sitting on the bed, head in his hands, crying. He had just fucked everything up. It was a horrible mistake to tell Herc that- why did he think it was a good idea again? Even the author doesn't know.

At least he wasn't dumb enough to take his anger out on himself. No, he'd learned his lesson back in high school. He had his reasons back then, but he didn't want to do that stuff ever again. He was probably just going to drink until he passed out.

He curled up in the bed, wrapping himself up in the blankets. Nobody could hurt him when he was in his 'shell', as he liked to call it.

Herc opened the door, holding a box of tissues in one hand. "Laf? Are you here?" He stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind him. "It's me, Herc. Are you okay? I just wanna talk."

He checked Laf's room, and there he was. Wrapped up in all of the blankets. "Hey."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. Did Laf not hear him?

"Hey, Laf?"

"What."

"Oh, good. You're alive."

"Of course I'm alive, stupid."

Herc chuckled. "Hey, you don't need to call me stupid."

"I will call you whatever I want."

He frowned. "Aw, cmon, I just wanna talk. Can we please talk?"

"No."

"Laf."

"Fine! Let's talk."

"Alright. Well, why are you so upset?"

He pokes his head out of the blanket and glares at Herc . "Oh, I don't know. I guess when the person you've had a crush on for many, many years rejects your feelings, I guess you get a little bit upset," he said in a bitter tone before going back into the 'shell'. You deserve that, Herc.

"I didn't technically reject them- I just don't have feelings for you. It's perfectly fine that you like me, but you gotta get over me. Clinging onto your feelings won't help." Herc lifted up the blanket, looking at Laf sympathetically. "Can I get a smile?"

He shook his head, and continued to glare at Herc. "Just one little smile?" Herc asked. Laf shook his head again. "Oh, come on. Turn that frown upside down."

He let out a small smile. "See, that's what I'm talking about. Do you think you can keep that frown turned upside down?" Herc chuckles a little at what he said.

Laf shook his head for the third or fourth time. "I am not able to keep my frown upside down. There's something called gravity, you know. It pulls everything down to the earth, you dumbass."

"Did you even pay attention in class, when we learned about. . . Literally everything?" Laf asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I was a straight A student,,, except for in geography and science." Herc chuckled.

"Okay. Cool."

There's a pause.

"Laf, do you want to come out of the bathroom? Maybe have something to eat?" Herc set the tissues down. He'd been holding them for ten minutes. It was hurting his wrist.

"No."

"No... ?"

"No, I won't have something to eat. But I will come out of the bathroom- it smells weird." Laf said, wrinkling his nose.

"That might be my deodorant. Whatever, let's go, and let's get you something to eat," Herc replies, pulling him up off the bed. He drags Laf to the couch, shoving him down.

"Now wait there. I'm gonna make noodles."

He makes the noodles, and Laf doesn't want them. He adds parmesan to the noodles, and Laf still doesn't want them. But then he adds olives to the noodles, and then Laf is all over them. Weirdo.

i like olives but u better not call me a weirdo, u jerk

A couple hours later, Herc finally convinces Laf to take a nap. He reluctantly agreed, and he was dragged to his room, plopped down on the bed, tucked in, and then he was out like a light. Thank god.

so, yeah thats the chapteR- luckily there wasn't much of the self harm thing,
(there was a slight??? mention of it but not rlly) so uh yaY

anyways im gonna rewrite the rest of the chapters soonish so hhhHahHshshn sEnD HELP