My Childhood Friend Turned Soulmate (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

Tell the World I'm Coming Home

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IM SO SORRY I PROMISE IM NOT DEAD JUST EXTREMELY BUSY

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The carriage bounced along its way as I watched the hills roll by. We had about another hour before we reached Mount Vernon, and I was ecstatic. I am proud to say I was born in Mount Vernon before my father permanently moved to New York for his presidential duties, and it had been years since I visited my childhood home. Not only that, but my birthday was tomorrow as well; plus the tattoo as an added bonus.

My father and mother sat across from me in the carriage, he reading a newspaper with his glasses gleaming in the evening sunset, while she had her head resting on his shoulder dozing off.

Just under her jawline, I could see the edges of her tattoo, which looked like the outline of a hand; my father's hand. My mother had told me her story- apparently, she had been married once before my father, not because he was her soulmate, but purely because he had land. They had 4 children together but all of them had died early on- except for my half-brother, John, who was currently in college. Her husband had died when she was 25, and my father quickly found and married her, hence the tattoo design being my father's hand lifting hers up. It was sweet, and I was glad she ended up happy.

Her story made me think about my tattoo, as a lot of things did; I am a teenager, what did you expect? I wondered how my story would turn out. But I felt like my story wouldn't be as similar to hers.

That last hour passed by rather quickly but by the time we got to that cottage on the hill, it was already dark out. The driver pulled the carriage up to the main steps and handed my father a spare lantern, then went to park the carriage in the stables.

The house was wide with several windows decorating the front. The walls were white and the roof was a bright red, and in the center of the roof was a single tower. I smiled as I walked the familiar steps that led to the front door, and the walls filled with an orange glow as my father followed me with the lantern. My mother hugged his side sleepily as he led both of us into the house. 

The inside room was massive with white trimmings and teal walls, windows and curtains and paintings lined the interior and couches and chairs rested on the wooden floors.

Feeling sleep come on me like a warm blanket, I hugged my parents with a goodnight and trudged my suitcase and I upstairs to my old room.

The room was smaller than I remembered, but it still felt like home. The walls had a baby blue color and a single window was on the wall across from the door, leading to the outside backyard, against the water sparkling in the moonlight. With a small lit candle in hand, I put my bag away, changed into my night garments, and flopped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Welcome home..." I mumbled to myself, before fully leaving the conscience realm.

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I woke up to that same old crow that woke me up as a kid, somehow, and reluctantly forced myself to sit up.

"Is that old thing still alive?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the harsh daylight in my window.

After fully waking up, I put on a lavender laced dress and headed downstairs, taking in the nostalgia that appeared with every glance into each room.

With a burst of energy I hopped over the last step on the stairs just because I could, and quickly walked into the kitchen, expecting my parents to be making breakfast.

Much to my dismay, neither of them were in sight. I raised an eyebrow and looked around the corner into the living room- still no one.

I felt a breath on my neck.

"Bah!" Someone yelled, wrapping their arms tightly around me. I screamed and wriggled desperately trying to get free from the sudden intruder, until finally his grip loosened and I pulled away. But something was off, was he... laughing? I whipped around to see who it was, and I could not believe it.

Remember how I said I had a half-brother? Well there he was, in all his curly haired glory, laughing and rolling around on the floor.

"Jackie!" I exclaimed, half in accusation and half in excitement. He finally got off the floor, still giggling but composed.

"Hey baby sis!" I ran at him and tackled him in a hug, sending him to the floor again.

We both laughed as we laid on the ground, our parents coming around the corner.

"Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" They said, giggling along with the two "kids" on the floor.

"Didya miss me?" Jackie laughed as I got up. Eventually my parents told me how they managed to get John to come home for the week to celebrate my 16th birthday.

The day seemed to continue in a big blur since then; we started with a big home cooked meal by my mother, then a trip to the pasture next door to ride the horses that I knew since our family lived there. We had lunch at a nearby restaurant, and a carriage ride around the lake.

Around the time we finished the carriage ride, the sun started to set and the stars came out. My father set out a picnic blanket and my mother brought out a cake that she made in a picnic basket. With some spare candles and a match, the blanket was lit with the light from the stars and a warm glow.

My parents and Jackie sang "Happy Birthday", Jackie making the song out of tune and awkward for comedic effect, and I blew out the candles. The cake was cut, and as I ate I watched the moon's glow on the water, feeling content in everything.

"Happy Birthday little sis." Jackie smiled, sitting down next to me. I turned to him and smiled, then I leaned my head on his shoulder. I missed Jackie.

"You ready for what happens next?" He casually mentioned, I inhaled sharply and simply said, "nope". He laughed and placed his head on mine.

We stayed there for about another hour, until I fell asleep on Jackie's shoulder. My father woke me up and lead me back to the carriage and we traveled back home.

We said our good nights and went our respective areas of the house. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 11:52. Suddenly my senses went into overdrive and I was wide awake, my heart started hammering in my chest as I traveled up the stairs.

I hurriedly got my pajamas and cleaned myself as I waited for the grandfather clock downstairs to sound.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and waited. I nervously tapped my foot and grasped at my light blue night gown. I noticed a letter on my desk and started to walk over to it, then I heard it.

The clock chimed to signify the time, and my right shoulder seemed to burst into flames.