My Childhood Friend Turned Soulmate (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

Time Flies

A/N:
Can I just say the comments on this book are wild af. Like seriously.

I love reading them tho. It's so fun seeing your reactions to my writing, so don't be surprised if I respond to your comments :)

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Philip was absolutely right when he said I would enjoy his library. The room was huge! Almost 10 foot tall shelves lined the walls in a dark oak wood. Giant windows were on the north wall where the rain still poured on outside, and lanterns were lit and flickering wildly as I gazed at the rows and rows of books. Couches and chairs, as well as some pillows were to the left of the main clearing, and to the right was a large, shiny black piano. A few sheets of music were on top and Eliza sat on the bench, her eyes closed and her fingers played a sweet tune to fill the silence.

Philip snickered at my awe of the room, because I've been in this area of the house for years. Although, this was the first time Philip brought me in here- the other times were because of his father.

"Did you get more books? It looks like you got more books. Do you know which ones are new ones? Aw sh- shoot now I have to remember which books I haven't read yet.." I mumbled- while also censoring myself because the mother of the House was a few feet in front of me.

Philip just laughed harder and shoved my head down in a teasing way.

"Have at it, bookworm! I gotta head to my lesson." He beamed, then he lightly jogged to his mother to play.

I sighed and wandered over to a shelf of books. I ran my fingers gently over the spines of the covers, while whispering the titles to choose the right one. After about 10 minutes, I finally gave up and went to the Hamilton's copy of The Odyssey. Philip and Eliza's playing gave a soft and warm atmosphere as I sat down on a comfy greenish chair.

I turned to the page where I left one of my hair pins as a bookmark, continuing where I left off a couple weeks ago. My eyes danced over the words as the pictures came to life in my imagination. I could see the boat as it rocked in the rough oceans, and I could hear the crew shouting as they desperately tried not to sink. I took a deep breath and turned the page, pausing for a moment to look at the piano a few feet away.

Philip had a content and focused expression as his fingers waltzed on the keys, creating a beautiful melody. Eliza had her eyes closed with a pleased and gentle smile, listening to her son play.

Once a more difficult part of the piece started, Philip furrowed his eyebrows and set his jaw, fully concentrated on the keys. I've seen this look before, when we were kids. We loved to write and draw when we played, and when Philip was having extra trouble figuring out a rhyme, we would have that same concentrated look. When he was 8, he was cute, but at 16....

What was I doing?

I shook my head and returned to my book. Just in time as I saw Philip sneak a glance at me reading.

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Those remaining three months between Philip's and I's birthdays seemed to dwindle by.

My father's presidential duties only got harder, but he also spent a little more time at home. While my mother continued to raise me to become a good wife and all that; I personally would rather listen to a broken piano play for hours. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, it's just the only thing she ever seems to teach me is about the jobs of being a woman, it got old quickly.

Martha, Theo and I continued to meet, most of the time at the Burr's house. We would get a bite to eat at a nearby cafe, then take a walk through the park across the street. Philip occasionally joined us, but for the most part it was just the girls.

Martha was about a week from meeting her soulmate last time I saw her, so she's been very excited. Theo still has a year, and she's been gnawing our ears off about how we need to tell her about the moment we meet them.

Speaking of Philip, he actually grew a little more anxious as time went on. I think he was just excited to show me his tattoo, or the other way around. I don't know, I guess I've also been anxious. Our conversations have gotten a little more awkward as my birthday came closer. Hopefully the tattoo will clear some stuff up and we can go back to how it used to be.

The Hamiltons invited me over a lot more, and Mr. Hamilton kept showing me expensive ballrooms to hold my infamous 16th birthday party. I always laughed at his antics and tried to convince him that I didn't want a huge party, just a weekend out of town with my family- he always rolled his eyes and wouldn't believe me.

Also recently, Mr. Hamilton told me about his war friends, especially one man named John Laurens. I've read about him and Lafayette and Mulligan before, but it was interesting getting to learn about them from someone who actually knew them.

Mr. Jefferson also came over during those three months. My mother told me it was the worst day of her life to date.

Philip and I still wrote letters to each other, believe it or not, as well! He would send a random poem he wrote for the most part, and then send a letter with whatever he wanted to say on it. Recently however, we started a new trend with our letters. We would send each other the corniest pickup lines you could come up with, it was incredibly fun! Like one letter he sent me yesterday.

A poem, as always, was the first paper in the envelope, and the heading of the next page was-

"I might need my own compass, because I'm lost in your eyes."

His lines always gave me the best giggle fits, as well as a flushed face- but we don't talk about that part.

The letters continued, as well as the hang outs, until a week before my birthday, when my parents surprised me with a trip back to Virginia.