when you smile {philip hamilton x reader}

s p i n n i n g pt. 2

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a/n: oh, HamilHamNerd this chapter is dedicated to you because you are fucking amazing.
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I watched the rare summer rain fall from my bedroom window. The rain always soothed me, relaxing my senses. It made me tired,
sometimes, hearing the sound of the droplets clash against the window pane. I crossed my arms on the window sill, resting my head on top of them. My eyes began to flutter close when a small knock caught my attention.

I watched as Ruth opened the door. "Mr. George is asking to meet you in his study," she said, nodding her head once and leaving quickly. My eyebrows drew together as I questioned what he wanted to talk to me about. Never before had I stepped foot in the study George now occupied. I used to
visit my father frequently as a child in his study, lifting his spirits with my humorous personality.

As I entered the room, I took in the faint whiskey smell that infiltrated the room. Only a small portion of the wall was covered with books, nothing compared to library at the Hamiltons. Papers littered his desk, all stained with splotches of ink. I felt the chill in the room raise my skin into tiny bumps, the hair on my arms standing straight.

I placed myself on the firm couch cushions, confused as to why George called for me. I felt the small tension in the room as George came into the room, standing in front of me with his arms behind his back.

"What is going on, George?" I asked, the confusion evident in my voice. He drew in a deep breath, exhaling loudly.

"We're moving to Paris," he stated.

"What?!" I reacted quickly, springing up from my seat and standing.

Now, when you stand up too fast, your head starts to spin. It seems as though the earth has picked up speed, turning and spinning beneath your feet. The pounding in your head gets louder and louder by the second, making you close your eyes. It continues, and your brain begins to be swallowed up by blackness. You try to reach out for support, feeling as if you're going to faint. As you reach out.... it stops.

You open your eyes and see that the world is no longer moving at the pace it seemed to be at just seconds ago. The pounding in your head goes suddenly stops, seeming as if it never occurred. You find your balance, and everything goes back to normal.

"When are we to depart?" I asked. Surely George would be sensible enough to inform me some time before we were scheduled to leave. This would give me a chance to pack everything I needed without rushing and say goodbye to friends, especially the Hamiltons.

"The ship is to leave tomorrow at dawn," he confirmed, and I immediately began to stress.

How was I going to tell Philip in time when I still needed to pack everything?

"We are not selling the estate, if that's what your worried about." George walked over the his bookshelf, taking them off the shelf and gently tossed them on the desk behind him. The dust flew up into the air as the books landed, and I realized that he hadn't touched them in years.

"So we'll be back, correct? When will we return?" I watched as he carefully sorted through the books. He sighed again, placing a hand on the table, shifting his weight onto it.

"I am uncertain, but we'll reside there for at least a year, maybe even two." I groaned in response, not knowing whether to tell Theodosia or Philip first, or weather I should tell my friends first or pack before hand.