I Don't Like Your GF (Lams//Modern AU) ✖

~Eighteen~

   I took a deep and strong breath before looking up and pushing through the doors, behind me walked Washington, Eliza, the kings and Hercules and Lafayette (they got there super late and just came in to check on us.).

I looked straight ahead,  ignoring the press, the cameras, the flashing, the voices, the noise, just... everything.

I shook my head and shoved my way to my car and got into the drivers side. Eliza followed me quickly and sat next to me. I inserted my key, turning it slowly and only just then realizing how shaky my hands were. 

"Alexander..." I shook my head and put the car into gear. "No. Elizabeth, this isn't fucking okay, I'm not fucking okay. John is in frighteningly terrible condition. If I fucking lose him... I'll stop fucking breathing..."

I started driving. Looking around and seeing the speed limit 26MPH.

I slowed down, meeting the limit. "Alexander... can we talk about something..? Not John related?" She asked me timidly. I nodded.

"Look... I'm sorry for getting kind of mad at you earlier but you heard the questions they asked. We can't risk your relationship seeping out into the public." She calmly explained.

"Eliza have you put into comprehension that I've been doing this longer than you've known? I've been hiding from the press for six(...???) years now and you just found out! So I highly doubt that you know more than I do about how to keep my relationship from seeping to the public. The press won't fucking know, Okay? I know what I'm doing!" I snapped aggressively, I knew it came out wrong but it was everything I had been thinking.

"Alexander, I know you've been working at this for longer but you have to be more careful... all the excuses in the world can't stop people from talking."

"Sure Liza, they cant, but a doctor's note that reads that Laurens is... Laurens is suffering from depression can." I stopped at a red light. "I don't need your help." I stated blandly.

"A-Alexander... people will become suspicious if I don't stay with you-" I cut Eliza off. "Sure but I don't need you to follow me around like a lost dog." I snapped.

"Alex you don't have to love me, you just have to make the press think you do." Eliza adds on shyly. "Sure! But you don't have to be everywhere I fucking am! I don't have to be with you all the time."

"But Alexander-"

"No! No, I don't care. I really don't! I don't need to hear it, this isn't healthy, you don't need me, the only thing I need you for is the press, nothing more." My words came out coldly, the light turning green, I flipped my turn signal on and turned.

"Fine! Fine then! Don't stay with me! You don't even need to use me for press." Eliza vigorously pulled her ring off and placed it on the dash board. "Drop me off at home, get your things. And leave."

T I M E s k I p u

I got back into my car, slamming my head on the steering wheel. "FUCK" I yelled to myself while sitting back up, glaring at my suitcases and duffel bags in the backseat. I panted heavily.

Ran my fingers through my hair.

I have 50 bucks, a bunch of shit and nowhere to go... shit.

Who can help me?

I picked up my phone, calling Samuel. "Sorry! You've reached the voicemail box of Samuel Seabury! Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible! Byeeee!" Booooop I sighed deeply. "Hey... it's Alexander, I bet you're on a plane flying back to Britain... call me back if you aren't busy... yknow being a king and stuff." I hang up and make another quick phone call.

I put my forehead against the steering wheel again. "Angelica! Sorry I missed your call. You know what to do!" Booooooooop. "Hey... I know you hate me and all but I need a place to stay... please..? I'm begging you here...goodbye." I hung up and made another phone call. I listened to the momentary monotone sound before hearing:

"king George the fifth speaking." I huffed out a low sigh. "George... I'm... I'm in some deep shit.... I need help- are you guys already on your plane?" I asked placing a hand over my eyes."we're boarding currently, why? What's wrong are you okay? Did something happen in the hospital?" I shook my head although he couldn't see it.

"No, but... I have nowhere to stay... I'm homeless I'm stuck in my fucking care George, I have nowhere to go." I stammered. "Hold on, just breathe my guy." He told me calmly. "I-I uh... do you guys know someone I could stay with?" I asked expecting a no.

"Only out here in Britain, but if you'd like to you can always just stay with Sammy and I." I shook my head. "That's the sweetest thing ever but how the hell am I supposed to get out there with fifty dollars to my name? I can hardly buy food, my next pay check isn't for another two weeks... i can't pay for a plane ticket-" George cut me off "I can get a private jet to take you to a plane and I'll pay for everything." I froze. "W-what? Thank you... but I wouldn't want to be away from John... maybe once he wakes up yknow?" I asked.

"Okay, now find someone down there- er... here, and if you can't we'll take you in here." I smiled and nodded. "Thank you George. I'll speak with you later okay?" I asked. "Okay, bye." I hung up with a smile, dropping my hand, calling my last resort. "Son?" I closed my eyes. "Dad... this is... important..." I whispered. "Did something happen to John? What's going on?" Washington asked nervously. "No but... still urgent."

Aight! That's the last one for the night. Duces.