Sleepover Pt. 2 - Philip Hamilton x Reader
Time period: Modern
Word count: 883
Ship: Philip hamilton x reader
warnings: General anxious thoughts ((Jic))
Requested by: @niawoods <3
here’s my little way of giving this lil story an actual ending, requests are open!!! feel free to submit imagine requests to my inbox!
Like all good things, your impromptu sleepover had come and gone with the weekend.
it was Sunday now.
Philip had slipped out of your room some time after you decided to sleep in. you couldn’t deny it, you felt foolish. Of course he didn’t want to wake up to you when he could pick any other person to wake up with out of the handful that adored him at your school.
You’d have to talk to him tomorrow.
For the rest of the weekend, you let your anxieties get the best of you. You ignored your phone when texts buzzed in and turned put it on silence when calls started to replace the texts.
That meant someone wanted to talk to you,
That meant he wanted to talk to you.
Of course you were making a bigger deal out of this than needed, but you couldn’t help it. Somewhere along the line, your brain saw fit to connect thoughts of philip with embarrassment and you could hardly do anything about it.
Leaving your room for the first time in a few days, you padded down the stairs into your kitchen to get a late night snack.
“Y/N” your mother -who had gotten back from her weekend excursion about an hour ago- said as you opened the fridge door. “What are you doing in your pyjamas already? It’s not even 6:00.”
You couldn’t bare the thought of telling her that you had worn them all day, so you shrugged and lied smoothly. “I have a test tomorrow.”
“oh , alright then!” the two of you were cut off by the doorbell ringing, your mother got up. “I wonder who that is.”
You turned back to the fridge, trying to find something edible. You could just barely hear your mom at the door.
“Oh hey! Are you here to help Y/N study for your test tomorrow?” your mother asked the person at the door, slightly grabbing your attention. You paled when you heard his voice.
“Um, Yes?” he responded, sounding more like a question.
“Oh that’s wonderful. Y/N’s right in the kitchen. Yn! Philip’s here!”
She turned to you to find you have way up the stairs already.
Your mind was screaming at you Abort! Abort! Abort! Forget the food and hurry up! Maybe he didn’t see you!
You closed the door to your room behind you and sighed, walking over to your bed. A few moments passed and there was soft knock at your door.
“Y/N” Philip called out softly.
You tried to think of some way to evade this confrontation, then it hit you. You mustered up your best fake cough and spoke with a croaky voice. “You might not want to come in, i’m sick and it’s contagious.”
You grabbed a pillow on your bed and hugged it to your chest as you waited for him to respond.
The handle to the door jiggled and opened. You could hear your heart in your ears when you saw his familiar curly mop poke out from behind the door, then your eyes met his and you swore your heart fell from up in your ears straight to the pit of your stomach.
Philip had these eyes that didn’t hold back, you could almost always tell exactly what he was thinking. Now was no different. Philip’s eyes looked dull and dreary as he stood in your doorway staring at you.
“You haven’t answered your phone.” he spoke solemnly “i came to see if you were okay, but I guess you’re fine. I’ll just go then.” he turned around.
“Philip!” you called after him, getting up and walking over. You put your hand on his back softly and he turned to you.
“Did I do something wrong friday?” he asked.
Your heart clenched at the memory of waking up alone. You planned to shake your head ‘no’ but your stupid teenage brain thought differently. “You left.”
Way to make this dramatic Y/N.
His shoulders slumped as if a weight was lifted from them and he smiled softly. “That’s why you were ignoring me? So you don’t hate me?”
“I don’t think I could even if I tried.” you spoke.
His eyes flicked to your lips quickly before returning to your eyes as he inched closer.
“Y/N, can I try something?” he asked quietly.
You didn’t respond and stood on your tiptoes before placing a light peck on his lips. Once you had made your way back to rest on the balls of your feet, He stood still. Your thoughts raced as he slowly brought his hands up to gingerly touch his mouth.
Y/N, you idiot, that’s not what he wanted to ‘try’.
“Philip I’m so sorry, that was uncalled for-”
He shut up your rambling by gently placing his hands on your shoulders before he bent down and connected your lips once again.
His moved with yours like a knife with warm butter. The smell of his hair filled your nose as he pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. “Y/N?” he asked huskily.
“Yeah?” You responded quietly.
“Is there really a test tomorrow?” He asked, holding a serious face for a moment before breaking out into a grin as you pulled away and threw a pillow at him.
Maybe things would be okay after all.