Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

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     George and I were going to meet each other at a small café downtown. I skip on the streets finally feeling happy and just utterly free.

     I had stopped crying over Philip and just pushed him away from me. He never tried to talk or contact me but if I see him out I can feel him watching me. I stopped looking at him, it's hard not to but I know if I do I will just fall into my darkness one again. So, I just walk with pep in my step down the streets of New York going to meet George.

     I arrive at the café and I see George sitting towards the back. I walk up towards him when I stop. He was talking to Philip. Anger rises in me at this. Philip Hamilton that man is like my ghost. I breath in and out and put a smile on my face. I walk towards them looking as elegant as ever.

     "Hello George," I say smiling wide with my hands behind me.

     "Delilah! So glad you made it. Do you know Philip?" He asks looking over at him but once he looked at him he sneered.

     "Yes, I do know Mr. Hamilton," I say as I bite down my tongue so I don't choke out a pathetic sob.

     "Then you must know how intolerable he is," George snarls. I gasp at his boldness.

     "I mean he can be outspoken but I don't think intolerable," I say shyly.

     "Really Delilah? That's not how you felt at the theater," Philip rolls his eyes.

     "Well at least I don't have my tongue down someone's throat every second of the day. I mean how do you have time to eat girls faces and still tick off the whole city," I say bitterly.

     "It's talent and you sound jealous," He snickers. I fakely laugh.

     "As if...Your gonna have herpes one day and I'm gonna laugh," I sneer at him. Philip just scoffs and turns to George.

     "Can you just stop talking shit on my family?" Philip asks bitterly towards George.

     "I speak the truth and..." Georges drags out.

     "Well keep my family out of your truth," Philip hisses.

     "But why would I do that?" George laughs. Philip grabs Georges arm and twists it around. George hisses in pain.  

     "Philip Hamilton! Let go of him!" I yell. Every looks over and he lets go of George. 

     "Take that as a warning George. Next time you talk about my family in a disrespectful way it will be worse," Philip spits and leaves. George rubs his elbow.

     "Are you okay?" I ask him sitting next to him.

     "Yeah, just fine," He says through gritted teeth.

     "He has such a bad temper," I scoff as I rub his hurt arm.

     "Just like his whore of a father," George laughs.

     "Alexander is a very nice man once you get to know him," I sweetly say.

     "Yeah right," He laughs as he looks up at me.

     "Get to know him before you talk bad about him," I urge him.

     "Yeah whatever," He says shyly. He tilts his head down. I laugh as I continue to rub his arm.

     "Does it feel better," I ask him.

     "Yes, you really have the magic touch," I says. I laugh at his comment.

     "Your beautiful you know that," He says looking up at me.

     "Oh please," I brush off.

     "No, you are truly beautiful Delilah Jefferson," He smiles.

     "Thank you George," I laugh.

     "No problem," He sighs. He jumps and reaches under his seat. I watch him in confusion. 

     "So sorry I totally forgot to give you these because of Hamilton," He says as he hands me a bouquet of red roses.

     "Aw so cliché," I joke.

     "Oh I'm sorry," He says with his eyebrows furrowed.

     "Oh no I was merely joking! I love them George," I assure him.

     "You sure?" He asks.

     "George Andrews, I absolutely love the flowers," I tell him. He smiles at me and I smile back.

     "You are amazing," He mumbles as he stares into my eyes.

     "Aw thank you," I laugh. He starts to hum a tune that I do not know but it brings me back to when Philip would hum when he was happy.

     "Delilah," He asks me.

     "Yes?"

     "May I court you?" He asks. I don't respond right away. It would be unfair to say yes for I do still dream of Philip and he still haunts my every thought but at the same time I do have feelings for George.

     "Yes," I say mindlessly. He smiles and embraces me tightly. I laugh as he tightens his grip.

     "Come on let's go tell my dad," I offer. He lets go and gets up out of his seat. His offers me his hand to help me stand. I take his hand and he helps me up.

     "Thank you kind sir," I joke with him.

     "I was being a gentleman," He laughs.

     "I know I love it," I say. We walk out of the café and past a group of people around a man. I look over at the man and see George Eacker.

     "Ew look at Eacker. That man is horrid," I comment. George laughs besides me.

     "Good thing you have me and not that jackass," He laughs.

     "Yeah good thing," I agree.