Hamilton One-shots

Alexander x reader pt3// final

Final part 🧡

▪️Your POV
"You owe me."
My mouth was gaped open, as I stared into those brown beautiful taunting eyes. And why were they so memorizing, like they'll never leave my mind again.

I didn't dare utter a word after what he said, my throat instantly felt dry and I felt like I was suffocating. He looked me in the eyes as he noticed the tension in the air. It was already hard for him to come here, I can tell, but him throwing this card- oh boy- isn't he having a ball?!

Seconds passed into minutes and I finally was able to snap back into reality. I blinked at him as I straightened my posture. I wished my expression could can immediately but I was still taken back.

"Uhhh...um." I couldn't even form a sentence, this is ridiculous.

"I know, I know. It's all to sudden to put this on you."
I scowled at him, he couldn't seriously think that could he?! I rolled my eyes as he continued on.

"But please. I've been going through the worst time, with my wife hating me and- and dealing with my son's death."

"Philip." I muttered, he tensed at the name and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I....yes, Philip. The wisest of them all...he listened to his father and ended up getting-"

I frowned as he stopped, he took a deep breath as if he's been holding it in. I put my hand on his shoulder, don't worry Alex.

"I can't live with myself anymore." he muttered.
"I put so much time in myself and work that I didn't even open my eyes to see what was in front of me." He said raising his head to me.

I remember when I tagged along with the Schuyler sister's for the winter's ball. I met them at the street when they were gazing among others and pointing and such. We introduced each other and instantly bonded.
I promised the gals to be their forth sister at the ball even though I might not have the best dress, they were nice to let me borrow a gorgeous purple gown for the ball.
I felt like a princess that night, and seeing Alexander look at me the way he did had my heart flutter in my chest.
The same look he was giving me right now, the look of realization.

My eyes widen as I stared at him. Alexander you can't be telling me that- "Wait." I said interrupting my thoughts. "What about Eliza? She's healing and is deeply wounded because of you." He frowns at her name but nods his head.
"She deserves better, she's been through a lot. Peggy had been ill the past years and passed shortly before The Reynolds Pamphlet."
I remembered when Angelica told me about her death and she was dreaded, her own little sister. I felt for the Schuyler sisters, they were like sisters of my own.

Angelica and I bonded over politics and having woman's rights. She was a very passionate woman with determination burning in her eyes. Peggy and I bonded over the variety of life, how she adores families and wants to have one of her own and to have them protected. Me and Eliza became instant friend she longed for a loving family and faithful husband that she could call her own.

She had that...but it all blew away from her grip before she knew it. She was helpless.
I looked up at Alexander, I can see the desire in his eyes and I can feel the regret radiating off of him.

I stood up and looked down at him, "What can I do?"  I balled my fist together, " What do you expect from me? My gratitude?! My pity?!" I shouted at him. I inhaled as I started shaking. No I need to calm down, the guilt inside is toying with me.

I muttered a small sorry to him as I sat back down. He looked at me, mostly my hand as he saw that it was still balled up. He looked hesitant, but reached for my hand. I didn't flinch from his contact, I sighed finally feeling relaxed after he's been here for the past hour or two. He rubbed my hand, gently massaging it, my fingers freed themselves from the stiff position.
I was looking down at his hand, it looked rough but the touch from him was warm and soft. I missed it.

"Thank you." I muttered, he looked up at me and smiled.
"I remember how back then when you'd get all anxious or mad. I would have to calm you down by hugging you and rubbing small circles on your back. Rubbing small circles would easily calm you down."
He squeezed my hand gently, my heart started pounding against my chest. My cheeks heated up making me pout.

"Y-yeah okay. It's whatever."
I snatched my hand away crossing my arms over my chest. He just kept smile, I sighed as I stood once again.

"All I know is that being there for Eliza is all we can do. Not this instant but soon. It's all to much for her now, to see you after she...went through what she went through." I rubbed my arm, feeling the guilt in my stomach.
"I know. She deserves better." He muttered, I frowned at his words. Blaming himself is one thing but saying Eliza deserves better?! That boils my blood some how.

"You can't just keep saying. Don't act like your the only one who thinks that! After everything that had happened you don't that Eliza might think that? Angelica?? Me"
I muttered that last word as tears started clouding my vision. Damn I'm so emotional today. "What I'm trying to say, is you can't decide that she deserves better after thing had happened. You must fight for your relationship," I walked over to the teary guy. I put my hand on his, squeezing his hand gently. "You did wrong things but that doesn't mean you can't fix them." I put my hand on his cheek, "Eliza loves you, very much. You mustn't give up." I laid my head on his shoulder as tears spilled down our cheeks. We both were crying as we held each other, his hands were clinging on my shirt and he sobbed.

I know things are tough, but we'll get through it. Together after all I owe you, Alexander Hamilton.

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