Eye of the storm - Lams fanfic

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The storm was calming down, slowly. Alexander wasn't. He was hardly getting any sleep and neither was I. He'd wake up every time he heard a raindrop falls on the ground and I'd have to comfort him until he calms down. He was constantly depressed since our conversation a week ago. He probably felt bad about it. Like he was cheating on Eliza by.. being in the bath with someone, let alone with me. Honestly, I felt bad about it as well but I was more happy than regretful.

I pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. I opened the door to see Thomas Jefferson standing in the doorstep with a bunch of flowers in his arms. "Jefferson?" I say surprised.
"Can I come in?" He asks. I step aside.
"Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" I ask. I wonder why he came? Is it about Alexander? They're enemies!
"Sorry, I just heard Hamilton was staying here. Look, we may be enemies but he's still my workmate. I can still be civilised. I thought these might cheer everyone up a bit." He sighs. "I know what happened to his son and wife. Just.. just tell him he has my condolences.." he passed the flowers over to me and took his leave. I thanked him.

That was weird. Who knew Jefferson had a heart?

Jeffersons POV

I stopped in my tracks. Why the hell did I do that? I cover my eyes with my hand. Laurens is gonna think me so weird. I wish I could've seen him. Maybe I could've told him that I love him. He could move in with me and we could get married and...

But he hated me. He wouldn't ever love me. We've hated each other too much. We've had too many arguments. We've fought on like 75 different fronts. But when all is said and all is done, he'll never love me.

Johns POV again (sorry for thomas' part being so sort)

I put the flowers in a vase and carried them through to the living room. Alex was sitting up on he sofa with his knees clutched close to his chest and a blanket wrapped around him and on his head. He looked too cute. He was watching the tv loudly to block out the rain and wind.
"You won't believe who was just at the door." I say putting the flowers on the coffee table in front of the tv.
He looked up raised his eyebrows and hummed a mere "Hm?"
"Thomas Jefferson." I reply putting my hands on my hips like a '60s housewife.
"Really?"
"Yes. He said to give you his condolences. That's were the flowers came from." I flop on to the sofa next to him. We sit in silence watching the to for a while. Then an advert for depression therapy comes on.

"If you can go to the doctors for a disease, you can go to the doctors for depression." The woman in the advert said. I could feel the tension build up in the air. We both felt really awkward.  We sit in silence for the rest of the ad until the show comes back in again.

After a few minutes, Alexander grans the remote and turns off the TV. He looks at me for a moment, about to say something. He hesitates.
"Where did you get those red scars on your back?" He blurts out, very forwardly. I feel my cheeks heat up. I really didn't want to answer this questions.

I stay silent, looking away. "I-I'm sorry. I just I saw them l-last week when.. w-we were in the bath together. I didn't want to a-ask. I'm s-sorry.." he says. I look back at him. He had tears rolling down his cheeks. I pull him into a hug, fighting off tears myself. I'd hoped he wouldn't notice them. I really didn't want to be reminded of that time.
Tears had been held back for too long though and they came spilling out of my eyes. I gripped onto alexanders hoodie. These few moments were the best of our entire friendship.
"Do I have to answer?" I sob into his shoulder. He pulls away and holds me at arm length and looks intently into my eyes. I, for a moment, found out what it felt to be looked after and cared for.
"I- I think you should.." he said.
I take a breath. "W-when I was a child I was whipped and cut if I did anything wrong or didn't get up at the right time." I said hesitantly. I couldn't look into his eyes. He stayed silent. "Do you hate me?"
He hug-attacks me and squeezes me as hard as he could. It hurt but I didn't care.

From this moment on I knew he was my true soulmate.

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