when you smile {philip hamilton x reader}

g r e e t i n g s

A/N: okay first of all... HOLY SHIET 100 READS this is a glorious day i can't believe it. thank you! and the song in this chapter is not mine, it's from the song Don't Worry About Me by Frances.

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As my navy blue cloak swayed from side to side, almost sweeping the ground, I could not keep my mind off of Philip.

Why am even thinking about him? He's an arrogant human being that just wants to get under your dress. I thought. I shook the thoughts from my head as I realized that I just went past their house.

I huffed. I turned around and walked back down the road.

I looked down at the letter Angie had sent me with her address on it to make sure I wasn't approaching the wrong house. I stopped in front of a tall brick house that had a flowery front yard.

As I walked up the stone pathway, I could hear playful screaming and laughing; the sound of children running around, and the sweet melodic sound of a piano playing. I simply smiled and chuckled to myself as I walked nearer the entrance.

I smoothed my skirt and put flyaway strands of hair behind my ear, wanting to look presentable when I met Angie and her lively family.

I wrapped my knuckles on the door two times.

I hummed along to the melody of the song being played on the piano. My mother used to play that song. Her voice was so beautiful when she sang.

I stopped when I heard someone unlock the door.

A man, who I assumed to be Mr. Alexander Hamilton himself, stood on the other side of the threshold. He had long dark brown, almost black hair, that went down to his shoulders. Strands of hair flew out in all directions. Underneath his dark brown eyes were purple bags. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week!

As I studied him, he studied me.

"Hello Miss, how can I help you?" Mr. Hamilton looked at me with nervous eyes. He kept looked around at our surroundings, almost as if he was afraid of someone seeing me talk to him.

"Hello, sir. I came to drop this off to Angie." I stuck my arm out with the letter in my hand.

"(Y/N)!" I heard a familiar voice screech behind Mr. Hamilton. Angie appeared out of nowhere. She squeezed her way through the door and Mr. Hamilton and threw herself onto me, embracing me in a hug.

I took a steep back in trying to support the weight that was just thrown onto me, laughing. I hugged her back tightly.

"Angie, who is this young lady?" We separated and Angie smoothed out her ruffled dress. "Oh! This is (Y/N)!" Angie said. Mr. Hamilton looked back at me and relaxed, smiling.

"Ahh so you're the girl my daughter was talking about," said Mr. Hamilton

I curtsied and he bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Hamilton. I met Angie about a week ago while shopping for ribbons. Elle est ma meilleure amie," I said smiling. I looked at Angie, who was befuddled by my sudden language change. Mr. Hamilton, on the other hand, only smiled more.

"Tu parle Français?" Mr. Hamilton said. I nodded.

"Oui, je l'ai appris juste l'année dernière," I said confidently. What can I say, learning how to fluently learn, speak, read, and write in another language in only a year is impressive.

Mr. Hamilton nodded in approval. "You must be very committed to studying."

"Yes sir," I said.

"Do you study anything else?" Mr. Hamilton cocked his eyebrow, interested.