Hamilton one shots

Philip Hamilton || Confused

Time- Hamilton

Notes- (y/n) = your name 

               (Y/l/n) = your last name 

               (Y/d/n) = your dads name

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Love is overrated. 

I'm sure people would disagree with me- which they do, a lot- but to me love is just another thing that can tie you down. 

I've never dated anyone, which some people find weird. Especially my family. My mother and father met when they were young, about 15 and 16. They've been together ever since. My brother has a wife and a child in the way, and I've got nothing. But I'm okay with that. I feel like I'm proving a point that women are so much better than what society thinks. 

My father and Mr Hamilton fought along side each other a couple years back. So every weekend we go over to their house and have dinner and talk. And today is the day where we go to their house uptown.

Their oldest son, Philip, is my age well a couple of month older than me. So him and I are very close. His younger sister Angelica often teases him about him having a crush on me. I either laugh at it or just ignore it. He knows how I feel about love so it would be stupid of him to even think about us together.

I finish getting changed and go down the stairs, I say hello to my parents and grab my little brother, Harry,  from his cot before we leave the house to the carriage that's outside.

Once we get in I sit Harry on my lap and look out the window, watching the town slowly disappear.

"I think Philip likes you, (y/n)" my mother says breaking the silence

"I've heard" I mumble still looking out the window 

"Well. He's a nice handsome boy, why don't you give him a chance" she carries on

I don't reply.

"(Y/n). You need to find someone. You're now 18 and you haven't had a boyfriend" my father says adding to the conversation 

"Because I don't want to" I say bluntly 

"(Y/n)" mother starts 

I snap my head around to face them both, "I said I don't want to. You can't force me. If I did chose to date, which I won't, I would just be a house wife. I don't want to be that. I want to do more that just have children, cook and clean. Why don't you understand that!" I yell

"We just want you to be happy" father tried to reason 

"I am happy" I sigh, "you just grandchildren." 

The rest of the journey we didn't say another word. 

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We get out of the carriage and walk towards the front door of their house. I hold Harry and my arms as he smiles widely knowing where we are.

"Good evening Mrs and Mr (y/l/n), (y/n), Harry. Come inside it's cold out" Eliza says opening the door.

"Food will be a little while yet. The kids are upstairs if you want to take yourself and Harry up there" she smiles 

I nod and smile walking up the stairs.

"Philip?" I call once I reach the top 

"Help!" I hear him yelp

I chuckle and open the door where the noise is behind. Once I do everyone freezes.