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

-Chapter 12: Hide and seek-

Philip arrived home. As soon as he stepped a foot into the living room, Eliza yelled: "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Philip almost dropped his coat and bag. "Nowhere," Was his immediate reaction as he looked at his mother who was sitting on the couch. "Don't just disappear in the middle of the night! Y/N told me that you left to go to the bar but you never returned!" Eliza scolded as she stood up to directly face Philip.

Philip took a few steps away from his mother. "Ma, I was at the bar and I met an old friend of mine. We hung out, that's all!" Philip reassured. "You should be ashamed! You had us worried sick!" Eliza almost yelled.

"I wasn't worried!" Angelica yelled from upstairs. "You had Y/N and me worried sick!" Eliza corrected herself. Philip paused. "Y/N was worried about me?" He asked softly with a frown. "Of course she was!" Eliza fumed. "She even went to the bar you're usually at! She just left, so I would propose for you to go out and find her so you can apologize," Eliza sneered before turning around and plopping back down on the couch.

Philip felt bad. Not only for worrying Y/N but for making his mother upset. But he knew better than to talk with her when she was angry. She'd yell and say things she didn't truly mean. She wasn't always like that. The tension was thick and Philip finally left with a bitter taste in his mouth. His thoughts were troubled and roaming. 

Once outside, he started power walking towards his favorite bar. Y/N shouldn't have gone too far. She couldn't have! As Philip pushed through the stream of people going to work, he got worried. Why did he say such idiotic stuff? Couldn't he have just shut up? He really didn't like his jealous side. His mind inflated with toxic thoughts that only lead towards anger and sadness. 

Finally, the bar was in sight. Philip rushed past the last few people and ran into the bar. The bar was pretty much empty. Only drunks from the previous night and old men who didn't have much to do in the mornings were around. Philip quickly walked up to the bartender.

"Philip! " The middle-aged man said. "Mister Crage," Philip greeted as he put his hands on the counter. Mister Crage was a refuge from Scotland who came to America to hit the good ol' reset button. Start from scratch, if you may. As Philip opened his mouth to ask about Y/N, mister Crage said in his thick Scottish accent: "Oi, a lassie passed by an' asked abit ye. I didne see ye today so Ah tauld 'er tae mebbe search aroond at th' forum,"

"You told Y/N to go search at the forum for me?" Philip decoded after he stared at Crage for a while trying to figure out what he said. "Aye," He said with a nod. "Great. I just missed her, I presume?" Philip asked as he bowed his head a bit. "She looked very devastated. I woods gang an' fin' 'er if I waur ye, mucker," Crage advised. Philip pointed behind him with his thumb. "Go and find her?" He guessed, still not fully able to understand the Scot. "Aye," Crage nodded.

"Thanks, Crage," Philip waved. "You're welcome laddie, come again suin," The Scot waved back before Philip turned around and left. He marched back into the streets and ran toward the forum. The space in the middle of the city was more crowded than normal. "Just my luck," Philip grumbled as he rose to his tippy toes to look over everyone's head. People pushed past him and he had to walk around while looking at every individual in the forum. He was getting pretty dizzy and began breathing a bit heavier than normal when someone pushed him back on his feet.

Eventually, he saw a hair color with a hairstyle her recognized. He took a leap of faith through the crowd and tapped the shoulder of the person. Luckily for him, the person who turned around happened to be Y/N. "Philip, thank God," She sighed in relief as she put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey," Philip smiled at her. They shared a mutual smile before Y/N said: "Oh, by the way, you'll never guess who I bumped into!" She beamed as she motioned to the person beside her. Next to her stood George Eacker in the flesh.

No amount of Jeffer-classes could prepare Philip for this situation. 

"Let's get out of the crowd," Y/N suggested as George and Philip shared a stare. Together, the three walked away from the forum and into a quieter part of New York. To break the silence between the three, George said: "Hello, Hamilton," In a very kind tone. "Eacker," Philip almost spat while cocking a brow. "You guys know each other?" Y/N asked. "Obviously," Philip sighed as he folded his arms. "We're acquainted," George clarified.

"Yo, that's so dope!" Y/N smiled. "Awkward introductions are no more!" Philip and George kept staring at each other. "Say, Y/N. Did you tell Eacker that we're roommates?" Philip suddenly asked. "Yes. She pretty much tells me everything," George answered for Y/N. "How quaint," Philip answered sarcastically. 

"Did she tell you that she tells me everything?" George slyly asked Philip. Philip grumbled something that resembled a 'no'. "How quaint," George mocked Philip who shot him a glare with narrowed eyes. "Bite me, Eacker," Philip sneered. "..." Y/N stared at Philip and then at George. 

"So... George," Y/N turned to George, blocking Philip from his vision. "I should bring Philip back home. I'll see you later?" Y/N suggested as George softly held her hands. "Later?" Philip said in the background. "Of course," George smiled. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before letting go of her hands.

Philip was properly disgusted and was holding back the puke.

Y/N grabbed Philip's arm and dragged him out of George's sight. When they turned the corner, she stopped and faced Philip. "Bro, what's the matter with you?" She asked irritated. "Nothing!" Philip lied and put his hands up. "Dude, stop acting so weird," Y/N sighed as she began walking again. "I'm not acting weird," Philip argued back as he followed Y/N.

"Where are those girls you were gonna f*ck?"

"...Okay, touché,"