(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 1: Royal meeting-

Y/N's P.O.V

The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable. Not only was the heat unbearable which made everything and everyone smell twice as bad, the cheap merchants and dirty bohemians were pressed against each other. This also included me. I groaned as I pressed my black tricorne hat down so it would cover my eyes even though it was so dreadfully humid in the car. I shuffled my legs closer together and hugged my leather bag a bit tighter. I had also folded my brown trenchcoat around the bag leaving me a bit lighter with my white shirt.

The ride from South Carolina to New York was promised to be long and tiring so I should not complain. But the trip did not tell me that I would sit in my own sweat for 15 hours. Sure there were breaks, but did that really matter if I'd just end up sitting in my own or worst case scenario, someone else's sweat over and over again? And this wasn't even the first carriage I hopped onto when I left my home and mother. I had been traveling for weeks. 

But after what seemed to be an eternity, I finally saw more and more buildings come into view. Finally, we had made it to New York. In the middle of a busy street, the carriage stopped and everyone had to get out. I handed my payment to the equestrian in a little brown pouch and left. I swung the leather bag around my shoulder so it would be on my back and started walking.

There was a single reason why I came to New York and left my mother with a single note telling her why. But the heat seemed to daze my mind. I wiped my forehead with the white sleeve of my sleeve before rolling them up. The brown coat had been tossed over my bag so I wouldn't have to deal with it.

The first order of business was to find water. I had been dehydrated since the last stop and my mouth was drier than my sense of humor. I sighed and began walking around in the hopes to find a fountain.

Some peculiar people crossed my path. Rushing politicians in colorful and fancy suits, gossiping mothers and daughters waving their fans around to keep themselves cool in the hot weather, children who were running around and playing tag. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. And then there was me. 

The Southern girl sweating her actual a$$ off.

I shakily exhaled as I blinked a few times. With a lightheaded feeling, I stumbled through the streets. Finally, somewhere in the middle of the forum, there was a fountain. Not really caring about the purity of the water, I sat down on the edge, dropped my bag and stuck my hands in the water. The water was ice cold and felt amazing. I cupped my hands and splashed some on my face. I sighed with a smile. It had been hours since I had felt actual water on my face. 

But after a brief moment of this relaxation, I felt someone bump against me. Since I was still dehydrated, I was flimsy and dizzy and thus I tumbled into the mountain with a huge splash. I immediately sat up straight. I coughed the water I had accidentally swallowed and some water got stuck in my nose. I took deep breaths in and out at a fast pace before putting my hand on my head only to feel that my hat was gone. 

My eyes widened as I turned around and landed on my knees. I looked around and found my tricorne hat floating around the fountain. I sighed and slowly grabbed my hat. I heard someone cough behind me. I turned around, half of my kneeling body was still under water. On the other end of the fountain stood a guy, not much older than me. His hazel eyes stared right at my e/c ones. Something felt oddly familiar about them. 

"I am so sorry," He started as he rubbed his neck under his brown curls. "My sister pushed me to the side and then I-" He left his sentence unfinished and ended it with a sigh. "Let me help you," He offered and stuck out his hand. I frowned but took his hand and he helped me out of the slippery fountain. I was a bit dazed as I got both of my feet on the floor. 

"Your hat," The guy pointed out. I looked at my hat. My eyes got a bit stingy so I rubbed them. I sighed. "Here, if you could just hand it to me, I can wash and dry it for you. Along with your other clothes of course," He offered, reaching for my hat. But as soon as he laid a finger on my hat, I pulled it away.

"It's fine, really," I said, denying his offer. "Then at least let me offer you fresh clothes, sir," He offered yet again. I frowned and looked up. "Dude, I am a ma'am," The guy flinched as he looked down for a brief second before widening his eyes. "Oh, sh-I am so sorry!" He apologized as he reached to put his hand on my shoulder but hesitated on the way there but finally decided not to touch me. 

"What the f*ck, you youngun! How dare?!" I sneered at him. 

"I'm so sorry, m'lady!" The guy apologized profusely. I laughed. "I was kidding," I said bluntly. "Why would I call you youngun? You're my age," I asked, raising my eyebrow.

The guy looked uncomfortable, to say the least. He looked like a confused kicked puppy. The look on his face was enough for me to get a kick out of it. "But fresh clothes would be nice, if you're still offering," I added. "...Yeh...I am," He slowly said with an awkward smile. "Awesome-sauce," I smiled as I picked up my bag. "Whereto, youngun?" I asked. 

"You're going to keep calling me that?" The guy asked as we started walking. "Hell yeah," I reassured him. "The name's Y/N, by the way," I informed him. "I'm Philip," He introduced himself. "Awesome, really underrated name," I smiled. "Really?" Philip asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"Nah, I had a school bully named Philip," I chuckled. "You're gonna keep pulling my leg, aren't you?" Philip sighed. 

"Yeah,"

"Dope," Philip sighed. 

(RIP old English. I shalt keep using whatever language use I want!)