An Alexander Hamilton Love Story (Book 1)

Chapter 9~ Storm...

HELLO GUYS! SO THERE IS A SONG INCLUDED IN THIS CHAPTER. OBVIOUSLY I AM NOT THAT TALENTED OR CAPABLE TO WRITE THIS SONG, SO THE REAL CREDIT IS ABOVE. ITS FROM THE GREATEST SHOWMAN AND BELONGS TO THAT MOVIE. I AM NOT CLAIMING THIS SONG AS MY OWN.

IT IS STRONGLY ENCOURAGED TO PLAY THE SONG AS YOU READ, BUT YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.

;warning(s); angst

Y/N'S POV

You woke up early in the morning. The elderly woman downstairs had sweetly made you a warm cup of coffee. It...wasn't necessarily good. But it was still a very sweet gesture. You sat on top of your bed and happily sipped your morning juice. After the secret letter you had written last night you had felt lighter and more at ease. However your ears burned bright red as you slowly looked at the desk drawer.

"That was possibly one of the best yet most embarrassing thing I have ever done." You sighed and stood for a nice stretch. You set the cup on top of your desk and made a mental note to return it later. Walking around you paused and sniffed the air. You flinched as an extremely unpleasant smell filled your nose. "Goodness how can this place smell this bad after only two days?" You shook yourself off. You quickly ran downstairs and received some cleaning supplies from the land-lady.

You heaved the mop, bucket, dusted, and various other supplies up the stairs. You threw them all into your apartment and hugged. "Alright then. Let's start cleaning."

After clearing all of your extra items out of the way, you began to mop the floors. You hated doing work like this on usual times, but loved it when you simply had nothing to do or if you really needed to clean. You scrubbed the floor back and forth and started to sway to the little rhythm. You had a knack for singing and dancing while you do House-work. An embarrassing habit when you lived in a small house with many family members.

But now, in your tiny apartment in New York where no one can see, your little habit was seeming to come to life yet again. You started to him lightly.

I'm trying to hold my breathe,
Let it stay this way.
Can't let this moment end.

Your mother had sang this song to you at night when she was lulling you to sleep. It was a love song that you have held closely to your heart for the longest time...

You set off a dream in me.
Getting louder now,
Can you hear it echoing?

You smiled softly to yourself and thought about Alex and the night at the ball where you both danced. It is something you will never forget. It was one of the best nights of your life. And ever since then something in you was magnetically pulled towards him.

Take my hand.
Will you share this, with me?
'Cause darling without you...

You spun around and held the mop close to you, thinking of Alex...

All the shine of a thousand spot-lights,
All the stars that we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough.
Never be enough!

You tripped a little and busted out laughing. You gasped and held the mop out, staring at it a little longingly. Dancing with Alex again would be a dream. But all you had was an old mop. You sighed. "I am becoming a bumbling lunatic." Nonetheless you closed your eyes and began to slowly mop and sing again.