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

-Chapter 6: That morning-

Philip's P.O.V

I woke up. Well, woke up is a rather strong term for what actually happened. I simply stopped sitting on a chair and got up. As I stood up and let my muscles adjust to the new and sudden movement, I looked at the window. The closed curtains hid the light from the room as well as it could. Some light did manage to shine through the loose stitches. It was still way too hot, sleeping was almost impossible. Yet Y/N fell asleep as soon as she turned her back around to me, under the covers with a dress and everything may I add. I had tossed my shoes and long white socks in a corner before I sat down in the chair I was supposed to sleep in. I couldn't be bothered to put on something else. 

I sighed, waving my hand around a bit to create some cooling wind for my head. I grabbed a ribbon tie off of my desk and tied my hair so it wouldn't bring me even more heat. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt so I could put on a new one, the one I wore was drenched in sweat. As I cursed on about how warm it was, I let my shirt slide off my shoulders. I tossed it over my chair and opened my closet to get a new shirt. 

I glanced over at Y/N. For most of the night, I had been staring at her. What else would I be staring at? She was the only moving thing in my room, using 'thing'  very loosely. She was still sleeping. Only God knows what she's been through. "Philip," I heard from the other side of my door. It was my dad. I widened my eyes slightly, Y/N was exactly out of sight. Pops would notice her as soon as he would step inside. I heard her being thrown out last night and it wasn't pretty. 

"Son, can I come in? I have to tell you something," He asked a bit annoyed as he didn't get an answer. "Eh," I said to stall time as I walked over to Y/N and fully covered her with the cover. "Sure, sure," I answered which made the door almost automatically open. I sat down on the bed, blocking most of the view. Pops came in. "Good morning, first of all," He greeted and closed the door. "You too," I answered. "Second of all, I'm going to need you in the cabinet today," He said and folded his arms. "Why?" I asked curiously. Pops suddenly stared at the ceiling which made me frown. 

"Did you make a bet with Jefferson?" I asked as I cocked my eyebrow. 

"Whaattt?" He scoffed with a higher pitch. I stared at him until he stopped staring at me as if I didn't know better. "Okay, yeah, fine. But you're helping me, right?" He whispered. "Of course," I nodded. "Eyoo," He gave me the finger guns before turning on his heel and leaving. I sighed in relief. "Oh yeah," He said as he held the door. I tensed up a bit. 

"Your hair. Put that sh*t down," He demanded. "Pops, it's incredibly hot in this room-" I tried to argue, but he interrupted me. "Don't care, don't put your hair up like that," And with that, he closed the door and left. With a huff, I stood up and removed the cover off of Y/N. 

Just as I did that, the door opened again. In the moment of panic, I laid down in my bed, pressed Y/N close to my chest and put my hand on her mouth so she wouldn't scream if she woke up. "By the way," I heard pops say. "Pops, I want to sleep for 2 more minutes," I complained. "Still don't care. Anyway, put your best suit on because Jefferson is putting on his," He explained but with every word he spoke I got tenser and tenser. "Yeah, pops, wouldn't dream of putting on something gloomy," I reassured him. "Attaboy," And he left again. 

I calmed down before hearing some muffling. I looked at Y/N and saw that both of her eyes were open. She was trying to say something but I was covering her mouth. So I removed my hand. "Yo," She started. "Get off the damn bed," She demanded. I backed up and got up. She sat up straight. "Why were you covering my mouth?" She asked and cocked her eyebrow. I chose not to answer her question and just get a shirt. "Dude," She suddenly moaned. 

"The corset is still on my body, help me," She mumbled, throwing the sheet off her feet. I rushed back to her and jumped on the bed behind her. I helped her pull the dress off her chest and got to the corset. After fumbling with the strings I managed to untie the strings. I heard her gasp for air before slowly exhaling. "Thank you," She exhaled. "No problem," I smiled and got off the bed. 

She arched her back making a loud cracking sound before falling back on the bed. I looked at her and half-smiled. "I'll give you your stuff back. You don't have to deliver the letter," I told her. "No, no. I said I was going to do it. I'll deliver the letter," She sighed before standing up. "Thank you, that's very kind of you," I thanked her before opening the bottom drawer of my closet to reveal a neatly folded outfit and a leather bag. I took the stuff out and handed it to her.

She took them but looked up at me as if she expected a bit more. "The hat?" She asked a bit concerned. "The hat," I repeated recollecting the memory of her wearing the hat. I reached deep inside my closet and pulled out her hat. "Here you go," I said and put the hat on her head, pulling it down so it'd cover her eyes. She huffed but smiled anyway. "Thanks, youngun," She chuckled and tilted the hat up so she could make eye-contact with me. "Still going to call me that?" I asked folding my arms and smirking. "Yeah," She grinned. "Dope," I answered before walking back to my closet and grabbing the outfit best suited for today. 

"I'll get changed in the bathroom. You change here and go down the ladder," I told her. "This is goodbye then?" She asked. "Until the next time, yeah," I apologized. She nodded with a smile. I smiled back before leaving.

After I washed up, got dressed and made sure everything looked alright, I headed back to my room to find it empty. The curtains were pulled open, casting the morning sun in my eyes. I walked toward it to find the ladder slowly dancing in the wind. I smiled, pulled it up and headed downstairs.