Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Engaged!Burr x Reader

Blame it on the Rain- He Is We 

You got me caught in all this mess
I guess we can blame it on the rain
My pain is knowing I can't have you
I can't have you

We all sat in Alex and Eliza's house, all scattered around. Most of us had settled down in the living room, but a few people, namely Aaron, had already gone to their bedroom for the next couple of days. 

When they talked about the storm on the news, they never made it out to be the kind to blow out the power and flood the streets so fast. It had been Eliza's idea to let us stay for the night, oh how kind she was for sheltering us. 

But oh God how I wished I didn't have to be here. Here, with him so close to me. Here, having to share a room with him. 

There wasn't even beds and couches to support us all, so some of us would be sharing. I was sharing a room with Aaron. 

I hate that man I really do. He's so perfect. Everything I would ever want and need in a man just wrapped into 5"7' man. 

I man I can't have.

Tell me, does she look at you the way I do?
Try to understand the words you say
And the way you move

I wanted to go to bed, but I knew he would be there too. 

I knew that I would have to sleep in the same bed, the same way she would. 

When I heard the news of their engagement, I was happy for him, but I couldn't get the thought of it being with her out of my mind. I wanted it to be with someone he deserves, not her. Not that cheating asshole. I swear she doesn't even like him.

She doesn't get him the way I do. I've known him twice the amount of time she has.

Does she get the same big rush
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush 
Tell me, am I crazy?
Or is this more than a crush?

I was too tired to even try to stay away from him at this point. I knew it was time for me to give up and go to bed.

I wondered around the house for awhile longer, before I 100% succumbed to needing sleep.

The room was dark, minus for a bedside candle. Aaron sat on the bee, half laying down, reading. He looked up at me, hearing the sound of the opening door. I smiled at him before looking down and walking to the dresser, closing the door behind me as I did so. 

"Tired already?" He spoke up suddenly.

I didn't look at him, just nodded and pulled out some close Eliza was letting go wear for the night.

He let out a quiet hum, "I can blow out the candle if you would like, I'm almost done with this chapter anyways."

I finished gathering my close and walked to the doorway of the bathroom, "it's fine, I don't mind the light.

He called out some sort of acknowledgement while I changed in the bathroom.

I catch my breath
The one you took the moment you entered this room
My heart, it breaks at the thought 
Of her holding you

I walked back into the bedroom and walked over to the bed. Aarons didn't turn to look at me this time, instead letting me look at him in the pale lighting. He somehow managed to look even better.

I laid down under the covers, facing away from him, trying my best to regain myself.

This wasn't fair at all. Having to sleep next to him, knowing I can't have him any closet than the other side of this bed. We could sleep under the same blankets, use the same pillow, but I was never going to be the same as him sleeping with his arm around my waist, my head resting against his arm.

Maybe I'm alone in this
But I find peace and solitude 
Knowing if I had but just one kiss 
This whole room would be glowing
We'd be glowing 

I wanted to turn around and look at him, move closet and place my lips against his. I knew he would push me away, tell me what I already knew. How upset with me he would be.

But I wanted for us to have what they had. But for now, and even forever, what I wanted would be kept to my dreams.

A dream where he holds me close to him and whispers sweet nothings in my ear, the candle light shining against us both as we laid together.

Tell me, does she look at you the way I do?
Try to understand the words you say
And the way you move
Does she get the same big rush
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush
Tell me, am I crazy?
Or is this more than a crush?
More than a crush?

"Goodnight, Y/n." He sat his book down and moved himself to be under the covers. I turned around in time to see him blow out the candle. In the darkness I could barely make out the small tower of smoke coming from the wick. I could barely see him turn to face me, his eyes locking with mine.

"Goodnight." I whispered, my voice nearly cracking as I tired to hide the tear falling from my eyes.