Rain drops (Hamilton x Reader)
306. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
368. “You know my name?”
A/N: I HIT 100 A FEW DAYS AGO GUYS HOLY FUCKING SHIT
You never been that interested in politics, however you were basically raised around it considering your older brother was George Washington. Having the president as your brother definitely had its ups and downs. You often attended his cabinet meetings, you liked hearing everyone’s opinions and view points, especially Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Jefferson. Their arguments never failed to intrigue you, you sometimes even found yourself laughing to yourself at their antics as you watched from the back of the room. Today was no different, you weren’t entirely sure what the argument was about this time, but you heard little bits of it and the most you heard was about the national bank, mostly back and forth yelling and insults revolving around the topic.
“Madison, Jefferson, Take a walk. Hamilton, take a walk!” You heard your brother’s voice boom, making the whole room go silent. You watched as both men exited the room, both with equally pissed off looks on their faces. And with that, the meeting was over. You get up to leave as well, and with looking out the window you realize that it was pouring rain outside. Any normal person would groan in disappointment as they would see rain as a bother and inconvenience, not you.
You loved the rain, it’s always been that way. You never really knew why, but the rain just made you feel.. Happy, and calm. Which is a little contradictory, don’t you think? Considering most people associate rain with sadness and despair, you think the opposite. You continued to watch out the window as you soon saw a bright flash of lightning followed by an incredibly loud boom of thunder. You jumped as you felt a cold hand on your shoulder, turning around to face whoever it was. “You still love the rain? Gosh, Y/N. I remember when you were just a kid you’d always run outside and feel the rain, you haven’t changed a bit.” Your brother’s strong voice spoke, his words resonating through you. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t changed.” You said with a smile, “But I don’t mind though.” And with that you earned a chuckle from your older brother, patting your shoulder and telling you that he’d wait in the main hallway when you were ready. You nodded your head, taking in his words and thinking about how good the rain must feel.
Before you knew it, you were heading outside. Not to leave just yet, you couldn’t leave without George. You just had to take in the rain. As you stood on the steps of the large building, you inched closer to the viciously fast raindrops. You remained in one spot, having the roof of the building over you and stretching your arms out to touch the falling water. It really was a sight to see, if anyone else had seen you other than George, they would’ve thought you were crazy. You decided that spot wasn’t quite good enough so you moved even closer to the steps of the building, making it so much easier to feel the rain. Just as you’d thought you would be finished, you heard the large doors opening and closing behind you.
You turned around quickly thinking it was George, but to your dismay, there stood Alexander Hamilton. You both froze in place and made steady eye contact, until you saw a cheeky smirk make his way onto his lips. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” He questioned curiously. You gave a light laugh, “Yeah, it’s calming don’t you think?” Just as that sentence escaped your lips, a loud crack of thunder was heard, making both of you jump. “Yes. Calming indeed.” You both laughed and he moved closer to you. “What would a lovely lady like you be doing at a cabinet meeting anyway?” He flirted. “Well Alexander, I’ve been attending almost all of the meetings that I can. You see, my brother also takes part in them.” You explained. “You know my name?” He asked shyly. You felt your face heat up and you turned your gaze to the ground. “Uh, yes. My older brother often mentions you, he speaks of you greatly.” You rush the words out of your mouth. “Ah, I see.” He nodded. “And what would your name be?” “Y/N. Y/N Washington.” You stated quietly. “Washington?!” Alexander gaped in disbelief, “You’re Washington’s little sister?” “Yep.” You reply shortly, eager to get this out of the way. “Well, he’s never mentioned how absolutely gorgeous you are, and I’ve never failed to notice, Y/N.” He said slyly, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him, kissing your hand gently. Now you were both under the covering of the roof, but the rain was still noisy in the background.
“You’re too kind Alexander.” You said nervously, this man really had a profound effect on you. “The pleasure’s all mine, lovely.” He once again flirted, causing you to blush an even darker red and scoot a little bit closer to him. Looking up into his deep brown eyes was like looking straight into heaven. His gaze had your knees weak and your heart throbbing. And he was returning the same look to you. Before you knew it his hands had a tight grip on your waist and yours on the back of his neck as you slowly leaned into each other. Kissing Alexander with the sound of rain in the background was like a dream come true. You absolutely melted into his lips, he had the softest and sweetest lips you’d ever felt and you never wanted to move from the position he had you in. He pulled you even closer to him so you were both pressed against each other. A loud rapping sound on the window behind you both made you both jump in fear and you unfortunately had to end the kissing there. You both turned your heads to see a not very happy looking George Washington.
You felt your stomach drop and your mouth open in shock, you looked at George, and then at Alexander. All of the color had drained from his face and he looked as if he was ready to accept death. You both stood there with shocked expressions on your faces until the large doors opened to reveal the angry president Washington. “Hamilton. Inside. Now.” Were the only three words he had to say, his voice was intimidating enough. You tried to grab Alexander’s arm, but he had already trudged his way inside, ready to accept the inevitable awful fate he was about to meet. You felt so bad, it wasn’t like it was all Alex’s fault, you were just as guilty. ‘Why should it matter anyway?’ You thought, why should George get to dictate everything you do? And now you were once again left alone in the rain.
You looked out at the weather once more, noticing that the storm had ended. It wasn’t sunny, it was still incredibly dark and gloomy but it was okay, you liked it that way. You saw a carriage pull up and figured it was for you and George, so you just waited. After about 5 more minutes of this none sense, Alexander and George both came out of the building, Alexander with his head down and George with a triumphant look on his face right behind him. “Alexander?” You asked quietly, taking his hand in yours. He quickly tore his hand away however, “I’m not allowed to see you.” He said shamefully, head still down. You looked up at George and gave him the most disappointed look you could. You weren’t sure if he got the hint or not but he walked down towards the carriage anyway. Once he was just outside of it he yelled, “Y/N, we have to go now.” He used his 'adult’ voice as you liked to call it. You hated when he did that.
All of the sudden you got an evil genius idea. “Just a second!” You called back. As you turned again to face Alexander, head still down, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and lifted it up so you could look into his eyes, and without wasting any time you kissed him. You didn’t care who was watching. You heard a gasp from a little further away and you knew it was George. Once you’d finished, you winked at him and said “Write me.” He looked at you with the same shocked expression as before, except this time his cheeks were a deep red color. The carriage ride home is going to be interesting.