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

-Chapter 18: The awakening-

Philip couldn't have known that meeting Y/N would've unleashed a chain reaction of events leading up to an identity crisis. If he would've known, he would've never helped Y/N get out of the pond. He would've lived in blissful ignorance with a wife until death did them part. 

But OoOoh noOoo! Philip subconsciously decided to take the hard route and take this girl in his heart. On top of that, his mother was now yelling at him about that girl while the mother of his rival had grabbed that same girl and stepped away with her. 

"You've been taking classes?" Eliza asked. "Jefferson knows his stuff, ma," Philip admitted. "You should know better than try to manipulate Y/N," She said. "What?! I'm not manipulating Y/N," Philip almost immediately spat. "Angelica has told me otherwise," She said as Philip frowned. "The silent jabs at her partner, the notes I've found in your room, I thought little of them but now I've really gathered all the information and crunched the numbers. You're plotting something," Eliza said and poked her son in the chest. Philip had never seen his mom so angry. 

"Philip, you can't learn love. You have to fall into it," She told Philip. "Really, mom?" Philip asked with narrowed eyes and folded arms. "Yes, really," Eliza sneered. "If that's really so, then you and pops have fallen out of it. Maybe he had never even fallen," 

Thousands of emotions flooded Eliza as she tried to gasp for air. She had never felt so immobile. Her heart shattered into a thousand pieces which catapulted into her throat making it hard to breathe. Philip sighed and walked away, leaving the stone statue of his mother behind.

Too weak to stay at the ball, he decided to call it a night and go home. 

Meanwhile, Miss Eacker was talking Y/N's ear off in the garden. A very kind woman who had a lot to say seemed like the perfect mother-in-law, no? "George is so fond of you. It's been a while since he has cared so much about a girl," She sighed as Y/N smiled. "I really like George too," She admitted as his mom lit up. Before she could say something else, the heard: "Mom!" 

George jogged toward them. "Can we be alone for a while?" He asked as he approached. "Sure, I'll just-" Y/N said. "Not you," George said and rubbed his neck. "Oh, sure! I'll be right inside. Call if you need anything!" And with that, Miss Eacker had disappeared out of sight. 

"Walk with me," George said as he offered his arm for her's to hook in. Y/N instead grabbed his hand. They walked through Jefferson's gardens while exchanging light banter. Near a rosebush, they stopped and looked at the only sick plant in the whole garden. "That's weird. I heard that Jefferson's roses were the best part of his garden." Y/N said and touched one of the withered flowers.

"Such a shame," She sighed. "I wanted to grab one for Philip. He likes roses so much!" As Y/N said that George rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "Did you know that he always carries a necklace with a rose charm with him? Not always around his neck but he does have it in his pocket most of the time," Y/N continued. "That's great," George sighed. 

"We'll get flower boy a rose another time," He said and began walking again.

"Where are you going?" Y/N asked and slowly began following him. When George didn't answer, she continued following without saying anything else. 

-Meanwhile, somewhere outside the mansion-

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Philip kicked the gravel with every step. The emotions he had been holding flooded in one by one. It was quite a sh*tshow. One moment he was angry, the other tears were welling up. Sometimes both.  

He was so caught up with himself that he didn't notice the man approaching him from the darkness. "Hello!" A British accent rang in the thick evening mist. Philip turned around and saw an elder man in a grey suit with short white hair and a friendly smile. "Can I help you?" Philip asked and rubbed his eyes quickly. "That would be very kind of you, young man," The man said. "See, I'm trying to find a manner of one Thomas Jefferson. I was invited and I could only now come and visit. Would you know where it is?" He asked as he slightly leaned on his wooden cane.

"I- um, sure. I just came... You know it's-" As Philip tried to explain why he himself wasn't there anymore, he figured that it didn't really matter. What'd that old man know anyway? "Straight forward and you'll see a plaque with 'Maiden Lane' on it. You'll notice it immediately after that. You'll be there in 2 minutes tops," He explained. "Thank you, young fellow. If I ever see you again, remind me to get you a beer," And with that, the Brit left. Philip had calmed down a bit and continued his walk back home. 

-Back in the garden-

George approached a newly built greenhouse and opened it up. "Can you just do that?" Y/N asked as he held the door open for her. "I asked Jefferson if I could," George lied with a smile. Y/N shrugged knowing that he probably didn't ask Jefferson. What could go wrong? She thought as she entered.

It was quite dark in the greenhouse and they had but an oil lamp to lit the darkroom. George had picked up the oil lamp from the table with some gardening supplies. Inside were many exotic and rare plants, some of which only grew in Europe or Africa. But the unwelcome visitors didn't know that. They just wandered around in astonishment. 

"Why'd you bring me here?" Y/N finally asked. George turned around and looked her right in the eyes. "I have to tell you something. Something very important for both os us," He said. "I'm listening," Y/N said. "Well, we've been together for a while now and I think we should move to the next step," George said and put the oil lamp down so he could grab Y/N's hands. "Y/N, I love you so much and I want us to be something more than what we are now," He said. "George I-" Before Y/N could mutter another word, a blunt object came flying toward the back of her head. Her heart skipped a beat or two before she lost balance and fell. 

George wasn't there to catch her because she fell on the side of her face, creating a huge scratch. She gasped for air and even though she was breathing, it didn't feel like it. Scared and in the dark she heard someone scream before she closed her eyes.