Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

14

     A year as gone by with me being home at Monticello. I lost all connections to Philip and my father for that matter. I was fulfilled with my friends and family from the South which was enough for me.

     The politics this year have been horrible. Especially, the XYZ Affairs that resulted into a war between America and France. Infamously named Quasi-War. My father was in his second year of being Vice President and for me I was turning 17 today and my father wanted me to come up to New York.

     I agreed and I was to leave in an hour for a steamboat to take me up the river. My bags were packed and my carriage was almost over the hills. I fear to be back in New York for it was filled with drama. Life down in the South was so easy and peaceful.

     I step into the carriage and start off to the docks to see my father once again after a year. I dreaded to see the man. He was constantly just different but I guess I can handle only for a month.

     New York, I was back. I hurry straight to Maiden Lane ignoring the press. Once, I get there I see the front door open. I walk up slowly. I look in to see nobody. I continue on. I walk up the stairs to my room. I open the door and there he was. Philip Hamilton sitting on my bed waiting.

     "What are you doing here?" I ask him. He doesn't respond. He stands up as he stares at me.

     "Philip?" I ask him. He takes a step closer to me. He touches my face and I lean into his touch.

     "God I missed you," He whispers. I hum with my head still in his hand.

     "I missed you too," I say quietly. He tilts my head upright and brings me into a kiss. I follow his movement of the kiss. He sighs into it as he holds me closer to him. He breaks and he connects our foreheads.

     "Happy 17th," He whispers.

     "How did you know?" I ask him.

     "I remember you saying it was in February and mine was in January. Plus, your father was saying how you were coming home for your birthday," He says. I giggle softly.

     "You've gotten so much more beautiful if that's even possible," he says.

     "I guess it is then," I joke. He laughs and brings our lips together again. He deepens the kiss by tilting his head.

     "You still waiting for marriage?" He asks.

     "I plan on it but you know things happen," I tell him.

     "Wow this is new," he laughs.

     "Let's say you've rubbed off on me," I say to him.

     "So, you want to continue," He asks rubbing my sides.

     "Noo," I sing as I take his hands down and just onto my hips.

     "Bummer," He jokes. I laugh as I break away from him and sprawl out onto the bed.

     "Your so cute," He laughs. I laugh too and he hops onto my bed almost crushing me. I squeal as I close into a ball preventing being crushed by Philip. He laughs and pulls me into him. I try to grab the bed so he can't hold me.

     "Hey, come here," he laughs.

     "You have to work for it," I tell him with a smirk.

     "Okay so it's like that," He says. I nod and he grabs my feet. He pulls me down the bed and I erupt into laughter. He lets go so I'm now under him. He rubs his hands up and down until he curls his fingers causing a tingling sensation over me. I burst into laughter as his fingers tickle my sides.

     "Stop!" I laugh scream.

     "Why should I?" He asks. I gasp for air with the biggest smile on my face.

     "Philip! I can't breath!" I yell.

     "Is that so?" He laughs. Suddenly my door burst open and Philip stops tickling me and we both look at my fuming father.

     "Delilah is this Hamilton hurting you?" He spits.

     "No! Father not at all," I say still trying to breath.

     "Then why is he on top of you and I can hear your pleas from outside of the Goddamn house?" He snarls.

     "Father we were merely playing around...Rough housing," I tell him.

     "Hamilton get out. Don't come near my daughter again," My father spits. Philip gets off of me and starts to walk to the door.

     "Wait no! Philip don't go. I am 17 father you can not control me anymore and this is my trip not yours so I can do as I please," I talk back. My father was appalled. I never disobey him.

     "He is already corrupting you Delilah! This is my house and I will inforce my laws here," He says.

     "Then I won't stay here," I simply say. I get up from the bed taking Philip's arm. He was silent and in shock. I place a soft kiss on his lips just to get at my father. We walk out of the house with my luggage.

     "Why don't we go down to the South for a trip. Just you and me," I ask him.

     "Well I don't know Delilah," He says.

     "Please, just the two of us alone in my big house, down in the South, away from our families." I beg.

     "I guess I can do that. Let me go home and pack and we will get a steamboat to the South," he says.

     "Sounds like a plan," I tell him. He smiles and starts down the street.

     "Meet me at the pond in two hours!" I yell. He agrees and continues home.