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

-Chapter 10: Misunderstood-

"Y/N!" Philip yelled from downstairs. I tossed and turned in Philip's bed and tried to ignore him. "Y/N!" He yelled a bit louder. "Wut?" I mumbled. "It's your turn to get pops out of his study!" He yelled. "But I don't wanna," I argued back before turning on my other side. "I'm sleepy," I added. "Y/N. We made a deal," Philip said, audibly getting louder as he started aggressively climbing the stairs. 

"Well, your deal is stupid," I slurred and pulled the blanket over my face. "Remember when you moved into MY house a month ago and said: 'I'll even do the chores'?" Philip sneered as he marched toward his bedroom door and opened it. I was underneath the blanket. "Nope," I denied. Philip sighed heavily before snatching the blanket away from me. "Your afternoon naps are getting on my nerves," He told me. 

"Beauty sleep," I corrected. "You're already pretty," Philip mumbled and folded the blanket up before neatly putting it on the chair next to his bed. "Thank you, but no," I said as I got up from his bed. "It's dinner time?" I asked and glanced at Philip. "Yeah," He sighed and stepped outside. "But Alexander doesn't do dinner time," I groaned as I followed him down the stairs. "I had to lasso him out of his room last time," 

"Too bad, it's your time to get him to the table," Philip booped my nose and left. The table was set and some of his siblings already had taken their seats. With a heavy sigh, I walked toward Alexander's study and knocked on the door. "Is it Philip or Y/N?" I heard. "Y/N," I answered and leaned against the doorframe.

"Oh, if it's you then you can f*ck off," 

I rolled my eyes. "Alexander, I don't mean to brag about my Southern skills but if you keep that attitude up, I will need to get the lasso," I warned him. I heard a scoff. "I cut that lasso in half with a butter-knife before I came back to the study," He snickered. I gasped in utter shock. "How dare- wait... did you just say butter-knife?" I asked and raised a brow. "Everything is a sharp weapon if you poke hard enough," Alexander told me before I heard his quill aggressively scratch the parchment.

"Listen Ham-Ham-"

"Don't call me that peasant," He commented. "If you come out of your study, I will gift you my ink," I proposed. Suddenly I the scratching stopped. Eliza had limited Alexander's ink supply so he wouldn't write that much. It backfired as Alexander grabbed a knife to the senate and tried to use the blood of his enemies as ink. He ended up getting the tears of his enemies after they were brutally attacked. Washington pulled Alexander off Jefferson and sent him home for the week. After he came home, he tried to take his blood but Eliza could stop him before he stabbed his arm. 

Long story short, this man was desperate for some extra ink. The door opened. "I want it after dinner," He whispered before straightening his jacket and going through his hair with his hand. Together, we peacefully walked to the table. Eliza was already seated and looked very surprised. "How'd you do that?" She asked me as Alexander calmly sat down next to me. "Don't worry about it," I reassured her. The seat right to me was still empty. "Can you go get Philip?" Eliza asked as she poured the soup into the bowls. "He's in the living room," She added as she slowly let the carrot soup flow into Angelica's bowl.

When I entered the living room, I saw him write in a notebook. I coughed making him look up and smile. "Coming," He reassured me and closed the notebook. "What're you writing?" I asked as he stood up. "Nothing important," He told me.

Later that evening we were both in his room. I was sitting on his chair while rereading a book of his and he was on his bed while writing in that notebook. I couldn't help but glance up a few times but let it slip out of my mind eventually. That's when Angelica came knocking on the door. "Delivery," She sang as she handed my a letter. My eyes lit up as she chuckled. "George is getting some of it," She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh, shut up," I chuckled and playfully pushed her. She leaned on the armrest of the chair. I looked up at her and she gave me a bright smile. "You're not allowed to see it," I sternly told her. She whined. "Oh come on, we all know he's just writing a poem about you or something like that," She turned to Philip. "Right, Philip?"

Philip took a deep breath, he looked quite annoyed. Without looking up from the notebook, he shrugged as to not get involved. "It's either that or some good old smut," Philip suddenly coughed loudly and hurled forward. "Dude," I chuckled, waving her off. "What? If you're not showing me it must be some of that good old lemon juice," Philip closed his notebook and grabbed Angelica. "Get out," He demanded and pushed her to the door. "Aww, what?" She nagged. "You always hog Y/N all to yourself. Eacker should be cautious," Angelica joked.

"We're friends," I said and returned to my book. "R-Right, we're friends," Philip repeated quite hesitantly which made me looked up for a second. He closed the door and let out a sigh. "You okay?" I asked and slowly closed the book. "I'm fine," He blurted. "I just remembered. My friends asked me if I could er... Go to the bar," He said and grabbed his coat from his wardrobe. "Okay?" I hesitantly said while tilting my head to the side a bit. "Go get some a$$," I added. "I will," He reassured and put on his coat. "I'm sure you will," I said. "You think I won't?" He suddenly asked. 

"I just said you would," I slowly said. "But it was sarcasm wasn't it?" He barked a bit aggressive. "No," I frowned. "You sure you're okay?" I asked concerned. He scoffed with a smile. But he wasn't smiling out of happiness. "I'm better than I've ever been! I'm gonna go to the bar, get some girls, have a better time than you will have and come back wasted," He fumed as he walked toward the door and opened it. 

"Cool, let me know how that goes," I encouraged him, still confused as all hell. "I will," He snapped. "Cool," I hesitantly said. "Cool." He spat before slamming the door shut. My heart was racing due to shock and confusion. "What's up with him?" I whispered and returned to my book, forgetting the notebook on the bed.