Love Isn't Blind - John Laurens x Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter 1 - OH NO HE'S HOT

(A/N: This is a modern AU, btw! And also the Hamilsquad are all about 22 in this story. Feel free to request things for the story! This isn't a one-shot book, but I'm open for ideas for the story. Don't be afraid to ask me things, either! And yes, this is sort of an x OC reader, but I promise the reader won't be a Mary Sue. Enjoy the fanfic!)

You know, some people meet their lovers in romantic settings. A beach, a party, etc. And some people meet under romantic circumstances, like a best friend introducing them, or even by a knight-in-shining-armor rescue. Cliches, cliches everywhere.

Me? Screw that, I met John Laurens by almost getting run over. But I didn't know back then what he was going to mean to me. I just thought "Hey, this nice dude saved me! Okay, go about your day now."

Oh, I was soooo wrong.

I suppose the friendship part of it began when my friends abandoned me at a 'local' pub. I was sitting and waiting for them to take me home, as they'd pretty much dragged me here against my will, shoving me into the car and telling me to have some 'fun' for once in my life.

They distracted me for so long, talking and chattering like birds, I hadn't noticed they were taking me to a part of town I'd never been to. It certainly looked less... kempt... than my neighborhood. Then again, I lived in the richer part of town, thanks to my well-off parents, so it wasn't much of a fair comparison. Not that I was complaining.

I couldn't believe I was even here. I usually disagreed with those crazies, but as my parents were screaming bloody murder, and something about setting the house on fire, I figured getting the heck out of there was a good idea. Not such a great idea when I'm stuck in a bar alone and surrounded by drunk people.

No idea where they were at this point, and it was getting really dark. I'd perk up every time someone passed by my table, but it wasn't them. It had been hours, and I was beginning to worry.

"They couldn't have left me here, right?" I asked myself. Not like I needed a reply. My friends got drunk, probably stumbled out of the bar, and left me here. Great. Just great.

I sighed in frustration, burying my head in my hands. How am I going to get home? I don't even know where we are in town, for God's sake! I just wanted to get away from my parents, and now I... I...

I didn't want to cry, but I didn't know what else to do. I was stuck like a fly in a web. I couldn't walk home at night, that was dangerous. I didn't want to stay here, because that was dangerous too.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps near my table, and someone tapped on my arm. I flinched slightly, and looked up, slightly hopeful that was my friend, but it was just three men, who were thankfully not too drunk if at all. One had floofy hair, another looked somewhat bored and was having a conversation in what I vaguely recognized as French to yet another man who had a French accent. "Oh, um... hello? May I help you?" I asked, trying my best to smile and calm myself down a bit.

"Uh, sorry to bother you. We were just going to ask if we could sit here? Everywhere else is full." He asked nervously. I smiled and nodded. They sat down in the three remaining chairs, dragging another free chair towards them. I looked at them questioningly.

"Oh, our friend Hercules will be here soon." The floofy-haired one explained. I shrugged. "Alrighty then. The more the merrier, I guess!"

I studied Floofy-hair for a second, chin propped up on my hand. He had curly, brown hair, hazel eyes and freckles everywhere, like a constellation on his face. He looked rather attractive, to be honest. Attractive, and familiar. I racked my brain for where I might've seen him, but came up empty.