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

-Chapter 5: Like father, like son-

"How did you get all that information?" Alexander asked, showing that he was less than interested to answer my question. "My mom," I answered setting my empty cup down. "After my dad was tragically killed, she scavenged through his old possessions. Old diaries, little notebooks, letters," I explained. "Some of which describe all I've said in great detail. After I read the writings when I was 15, I decided that I'd go to New York someday to figure out the things that were left out," I said.

"The whereabouts of the royal child, in particular," Alexander frowned. "Someday is today, Mister Hamilton," I said. "Answer my question," I demanded.

~7.5 seconds later~

The front door opened and I was promptly thrown out of the house, down the marble steps by Alexander. He said: "I'm not your son, you can't tell me what to do." He stuck out his tongue before slamming the door shut.

I scoffed and stood up, noticing the big bruise forming on my knee. "Hamilton, I still have my coat, hat, and bag in your house! If you do not give me them then you are a thief!" I yelled as I walked up to a few steps. "Oh my lord!" I heard Alexander gasp from the other side of the door. The sarcasm leaked through the creaks of the door. "You know how much I would care if you would declare me as a thief?" He asked, still using the door as his shield. Like father like son.

"Sir, those are my private possessions. I can't go anywhere without those items," I tried to justify myself. "Well, you can wait until someone, not me, opens this door and lets you in," Alexander informed me. "Goodnight, lady Laurens," with that, I heard the clicking of his shoes on the wooden floor get fainter.

"Okay, old man,"

I marched toward the side of the house, ducking as I passed the living room window where I saw Hamilton in his couch. I rolled my eyes and walked toward where I knew where the bedrooms were. Outside, in the pitch black garden, I looked around for little stones and took my guess where Angelica's room was. If I could just get her attention she'd help me get inside, I could just grab my stuff and leave.

Two problems with that plan. One, I have no idea where her bedroom is. Two, if I get caught by Hamilton I will get sent to the authorities for the attempt of burglary. Awesome risks, let's do it.

I grabbed the first stone and hoped that the most left window on the top row would be hers. I took a deep breath and tossed the first stone. It hit the window making a little noise before falling down onto the grass right before my feet. Obviously, one stone wouldn't do so I threw another one. I waited for a few seconds before throwing another stone. This time, I heard the window open.

No one poked their head out to look who was throwing pebbles. They rather threw out a rope ladder. It was bound to the window making it a perfect climbing tool. It almost seemed too perfect. Without questioning it too much, I grabbed the first rung and slowly climbed up. Once up, I was helped to get inside.

I landed on my feet and looked up. Not to my surprise, it wasn't Angelica. It was Philip. "You just have an escape ladder laying around?" I asked cocking my eyebrow. "You just throw pebbles at people's window every day?" He asked with a smirk. I huffed and folded my arms. "Your father threw me out, literally, and I had to get my stuff back," I explained. "What's your excuse. I mean, why do you have a ladder that's long enough to climb in and out?" I asked. "No, no, no," Philip shook his head with a huge grin. "This is my house, I don't have to explain anything," he grinned which made me annoyed. "That's so uncool, dude," I told him.

"Don't really care,"

"Okay, fine, be secretive," I dismissed, heading toward the door. Philip stopped me. "I got your stuff," he said which made me turn around. "Cool, give me my stuff so I can leave," I smiled. Philip raised his eyebrows. "You're just going to grab your stuff and leave after treating me like that?" He asked mockingly.

"Well, yeah. It's my stuff. And by the way, you weren't quite polite either when we were dining," I reminded him. "This is still my house, I can do what I want," he reminded me in a mocking manner. "Holy sh*t, you and your father truly are the same," I scoffed tapping my foot on the wooden floor in annoyance. Philip grinned.

"Well, fine, I'll play your game," I sneered. "Can I get my stuff now?" I asked a bit impatient. Philip folded his arms and remained silent. "Where is my stuff?" I asked hoping that I'd get an answer. "I'll tell you," He reassured me but I wasn't reassured at all. No amount of ownership of this house could be used as an excuse for this amount of bullsh*tery. 

"I need you to do something for me," He told me. "Awesome," I sighed. "It's really not that hard," He assured. "Then why don't you do it?" I asked half smiling. "It's hard for me, easy for you," He explained before picking up an envelope off his desk. He handed it to me. "I need you to hand deliver this to the address written on the envelope," He told me. I took a look at the address before nodding. 

"Can you give me my stuff now?" I asked. He shook his head. "Deliver the letter and I'll hand you your stuff when you come back," He told me. "You can't just send me back outside at this hour, Hamilton," I almost spat at him. "I wasn't planning to," He said still grinning. "Go sleep on my bed, I'll sit on the chair," He told me.

I looked at him critically before shrugging and sitting on his bed. "Wait," He stammered. "Aren't you supposed to say: 'No, I could never, I'll sleep on the chair. Go lay in your bed' and then I'd be like: 'I insist' or some crap like that. Then we'd keep arguing until we both sleep on the bed?" He said in great confusion. 

"Nope, that's not how I roll," I told him before pulling the covers over me. "G'night, Hamilton," I mumbled before turning on my side. I heard him sigh and walk toward the chair. The creaking of the chair was the only thing I heard before I fell asleep.

Did I mention that I was still wearing the corset while I fell asleep? 

Yeah.

That's going to hurt in the morning.