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

-Chapter 3: Of the house-

The light mood in the dining room seemed lighter to some people. Not to me. I was seated next to Philip since Eliza found that: 'The guest should be seated next to the inviter' And although this seemed adequate, I did not want to sit next to Philip. Yet I obliged with that same fabricated smile and sat down on the wooden stool that Eliza had brought down from the attic. It was the only chair that had a cushion embedded into the chair. We sat at the dinner table with the whole family. Well, not the whole family as the father of the house seemed to be absent. Not wanting to ask why and get into anyone's business, I did not ask. 

The siblings of Philip all seemed to be present at the dinner table. All of them had introduced themselves as they came downstairs. Angelica was the second oldest but seemed more mature than Philip. When she sat down she high fived Philip which could only mean that they were close. Alex and James came down together as they seemed to be arguing. Eliza gave them a death stare as they ignored me which made them quickly say their names before turning back to their arguing. William came down, sat in between the two and slapped them both over the head before introducing himself to me. Lastly, Liza came down holding her brother Phil by the hand. She just waved at me and Eliza introduced them.

My soup had turned cold before I could even touch it. Not only did everyone find it oh so important to talk to me when I wanted to eat some of the soup, but Philip was also acting weird. He used his hair as a shield to block his eyes from ever meeting mine. So when I tried to look at him, he just looked away as his luscious curls did the dirty work for him. 

"So Y/N," Angelica started as I was about to reach for my spoon. 'Holy sh*t, this family' I thought as I let my hand retreat. "Yes?" I asked and looked at her by leaning forward since Philip and his hair was blocking my view. Like, how dare he use his hair against me? 

"You said you weren't from here, whereabouts you from then?" She asked pushing her soup plate forward so she could lean forward to look at me. Philip didn't move. "I'm from South Carolina," I answered. "Oh lovely, I have some friends who live there," She grinned. "Oh shoot, what's their names? I know a lot of people in South Carolina. I traveled a lot with my mother," I chirped. "Do you know Nancy Goldberg?" She asked cocking her eyebrow ever so slightly. "Blonde locks, blue eyes, high pitched voice?" I summed up. "Daughter of Thompson and Caroline, right?" I asked. She nodded smiling brightly. "That's her," She confirmed.

We began to talk about all the people she knew who I had also met and befriended. We found that we actually had a lot of friends in common. Our talking became so intense that Angelica actually made Philip switch seats because he was, and I quote: "In the way, you little munchkin," I think he expected me to defend him a bit since he seemed reluctant to switch seats. But he did. 

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. So smoothy in fact that I ate whatever I wanted to eat whenever I wanted to eat it. Angelica and I talked about everything and anything we could think about. In the end, some of the boys even joined in. 

Philip didn't.

Philip was salty.

Dessert was about to be served when I heard the front door open. I was confused but then thought that it was probably the father of the house and that I should not worry. So I kept talking and getting more quaint with the family. Eliza was still in the kitchen when the door to the dining room opened. Some kids turned their heads, others remained just as they were but slightly raised their eyebrow.

"Hey pops," Philip was the first one to break the ice. I slowly turned my head toward the door and my eyes widened the slightest bit. "Hello, Philip," The man greeted back. I felt the world around me get smaller and darker. Only their father seemed to be in my vision. "How are you guys doing?" He asked his children. Some of them huffed, others responded with great excitement. Angelica huffed. 

That's when Eliza came out of the kitchen as she heard the sudden mood shift in the dining room. When she saw her husband, she understood why. "Welcome home, dear," She said before turning around and walking back in the kitchen. She didn't sound mad, maybe a bit disappointed? He sighed before going to the living room to get a chair so he could sit down at the table. 

Without even noticing that I wasn't one of his children, he set his chair next to mine and sat down. Only when he wanted to look around did he notice that I wasn't one of them. "Oh, my deepest apologies, I did not notice we had a guest," He apologized with a smile. Angelica sighed in the background. I could inspect his face a bit closer. He looked so tired, so outdone, so... not like I had envisioned him. 

"Alexander Hamilton, I am the father of the house," He stuck his hand out. I thought he was going to kiss it but he grabbed it, gave it a squeeze and let go. 

"Pleasure to meet you, sir. I am Y/N Laurens, daughter of John Laurens,"