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So I just woke up and:
- Louis has followed 2 celebrities who had paternity scandal and another artist who immediately followed Harry and larries’ accounts.
- someone’s proved the video of the birthday was from days prior the real birthday cause that day the js house was already on rental. and the Js had already moved out.
- Louis is back in LA and he seems very happy about it.

Mmm… Ok.

I know that you think suicide is the answer… I’ll make this simple. It isn’t. You got so much soul. You’re so radiant. This bump on the road? These rips, those scars, that razor, your fears, your crying… hey. You’re stronger than what happened to you. Remember that, ok? And if not… just know that somewhere out there… you’ve got a loser poet friend who loves you.

Your Voice

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader

Words: 449

Warnings: death, blood, angst

Request: Requested by anonymous: Could you do a story where the reader is a child adopted by the Hamiltons and won’t speak to anyone. Philip gains her trust and she starts to speak to him. He becomes her voice.

It was stressful moving to a new place.

It was especially stressful when you didn’t know anyone you now lived with.

“Hi, I’m Eliza!” A woman greeted. You nodded, smiling politely.

“Does she talk?” A young girl whispered to the boy next to her.

“Angelica, don’t be rude!” The boy hissed.

“Sorry, Philip.” She hung her head in guilt.

You still remembered the day you were adopted. They immediately tried to warm up to you, but the only person you grew to know was your older brother Philip.

“Hey.” Philip suddenly entered the room, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Hi.” You responded quietly.

“Dad wants to know if you want to go into town with the family tomorrow.” He put an arm around you.

“Mmm.” You thought for a moment. “Sure, will you be there?” Philip nodded.

“I’ll go tell dad.”

Philip was your voice.

You were stunned into silence after reading the newspaper Philip handed you.

The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“I..-” You trailed off immediately, staring at Philip in shock.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, processing what Alexander had done. What would happen to us? Would we live with Eliza? What did she think of all this? Questions flooded your mind, scrambling your thoughts.

Philip helped you through the hard times.

You sprinted down the stairs, skidding to a stop when Alexander stood in front of you.

“Where did he go?!” You shrieked.

“What do you mean?” Alexander blinked, surprised at your sudden outburst

“Philip!” You explained, trying to push past him. Your yelling caught him off guard long enough for you to rush past him out the door.

You were one second too late.

“Philip!” Your throat strained as you screamed. He was so close, but you couldn’t reach him.

He had his gun aimed at the sky, taking careful steps away from another man.

Oh no.

“Philip!” You repeated, stumbling over your feet as you grew closer.

You were so close.

A shot rang out after they reached seven. Philip fell to the ground.


“Philip?” You tripped, falling to your knees as you reached him.

“Y/N…?” He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. More blood pooled from his waist, staining the grass under him.

You couldn’t seem to find your voice as you watched a medic drag Philip away.

Your voice was gone.

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and His understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
-Isaiah 40:28-31