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

-Chapter 7: You didn't warn me-

Y/N's P.O.V

"241 Fremont Street, Forest Hills, NY 11375, where are you?" I mumbled to myself as I rolled up the sleeves of my coat up to my elbows. I felt quite out of place as I roamed through the streets. Everyone seemed to know where they were going and then there was me. I couldn't find my way, even though the streets were literally numbered. I ended up pulling the sleeve of a young man.

"Excuse me," I softly said and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around. I nervously chuckled as his dark brown eyes looked at mine. "Hey," I slowly said before clasping my hands together. "I'm new here," I quickly explained. "I need to deliver this letter to-" I stopped myself as I did not know the name of the receiver. "-to 241 Fremont Street, Forest Hills," I caught myself as I looked at the envelope. "Can you possibly help me?" I asked with a smile. The guy, who had been awfully quiet, smiled. "Sure," 

Not only did this make me tremendously happy, but also lifted the social anxiety meter off my shoulders. "Great! Awesome!-I mean," I covered my mouth. "Thank you, sir," I bowed my head a bit. "So, can you point me in which-"

"I'll take you there, I was headed toward the house across from this one," He explained which made my smile light up even more. "That's so kind, sir," I thanked him. "Please, call me George," He chirped. "George Eacker," He added and stuck out his hand. I switched the envelope to my left hand and put my hand into his. "Y/N Laurens," I introduced myself before George hooked his arm into mine. Slightly uncomfortable but figuring that it'd probably be the safer option to stay at his side, I let it be. We began walking. 

"So, why the outfit?" George said to start a conversation. "The coat and hat?" I asked as he nodded. "It's my-..." I stopped myself yet again. I looked at him. Figuring that I would probably never see him again, I decided to tell the truth. "It's my dad's," I admitted. 

"He died when I was pretty young. The outfit always seems to help me through tough times. That's why I brought it with me to New York," I explained as he listened intently. "I see. So, daddy issues," He chuckled which made my cheeks heat up. I looked at him wide-eyed. "I'm joking," he clarified which made my heart rate go down a little bit.

"Heh," I fake-laughed before looking away. "Sorry," He apologized and rubbed the back of his head. I glanced at him but as soon as I saw that he was looking at me I used the infamous Hamilton technique. I used my hat as a shield to block his gaze.

Nailed it.

We continued the small talk and I actually got to know George a bit better. Appearantly George had studied to become a lawyer and was now an apprentice to gain enough experience. I couldn't really tell him that much about myself apart from that I traveled a lot when I was young. Before I knew it, he stopped infront of a red door. "Here you are," I looked at the red-painted wooden door and back at George. He slowly let go of my arm and I took a step back. "This was a nice walk, though, I regret we will probably not see each other after this," George bitterly smiled which made my heart bleed. 

I quickly thought of something. "I don't have a house yet," I admitted. "But," I reached into my bag and pulled out a pencil and ripped out a page of my notebook. I quickly jotted something down and handed it to him. "It's not my house, it's a...Friend's house," I explained as George read over the address I had written down. "Adress it to 'Angelica Hamilton'. I'll tell her that it's meant for me," I told him. "We can write each other," I fumbled with my fingers. "If you want," I added. He looked up from the paper and smiled sweetly. "I will," I smiled. 

"See you soon," He took my hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. "See ya," I smiled as he walked off but not before waving at me. As he waved he almost tripped over a loose stone. He caught himself chuckled at the mistake and quickly walked off. I snickered and turned back to the door. I softly knocked on the door of the cozy home and waited. Not long after, a woman came to open the door. She looked my age, maybe a bit older. Her golden locks hovered above her shoulders and her beautiful red dress could make anyone jealous. 

Now, I don't really take after my father. The gay gene is far away from me (Probably half of the readers: *Jumps on the table and points at Y/N* LIES, LIES, LIES) but may I say: 'Hot damn, if I was gay, I'd smash that' 

She caught me off guard. It didn't help that her baby blue eyes stared right into mine. Eye-contact was never really my strong suit if you know what I'm saying. "Can I help you, sir?" She asked. The devil on my shoulder was practically yelling 'DUDE! She thinks you're a HE! You can get away with a kiss or five!'. Then the angel on my other shoulder smacked the devil and told me to: 'Deliver the letter, you puta!'.

I shook my head lightly. "I'm sorry, miss, but I'm a ma'am," I corrected her as I lifted my hat and revealed my face a bit. She gasped and held her hand infront of her mouth. "My Goodness, I am so sorry, miss," She apologized and bowed her head down. "It's quite alright," I reassured her and put the hat back on. "People do it all the time," She smiled. "How can I help you?" She repeated her question.

"Right, I have a letter for you," I told her and handed her the envelope. "From who?" She asked as she took the envelope in her hands. "From one Philip Hamilton," I told her which made her blush and grow a ginormous smile. She almost hugged the letter. "Oh, how lovely," She beamed. "He couldn't deliver it himself," I added awkwardly. "That's weird, he always hand-delivered his letters," She pondered out loud and held her chin in between her index finger and thumb. "Cool, cool. I'm going to leave you with your letter so I can-" "My name is Rachel Barnett if you were wondering," She added before I could leave. I smiled. "I was, Rachel. Mine is Y/N Laurens," I introduced with a little bow before turning on my heel and leaving.