2nd chapter

Samuel's POV

My eyes fluttered open. I noticed two things. One, it was still dark. Two, I am not in my room. Someone's arms wrap around me. I hold back a yelp as I attempt to turn around. Next to me was a very attractive female. I didn't do much but stare at her, confused and kinda frightened. After a while, the female begins to stir and groan. She's waking up! I shot out of her bed and quickly hide under it. The female gets up. The room is suddenly filled with light as the woman looks around. "Huh, I thought I heard something." The woman whispers before shrugging. My eyes wander around the room, taking in every detail. There were many strange objects scattered around the room and the walls were (f/c). A loud yawn interrupts causes me to bring my attention back to the girl. She walks over to the bed and bends down. Oh no! I began to panic as she reaches under the bed. "Where did I put that damn journal?" I hear the girl mumble. That's when her hand lands on my head. "What the fuck?" The hand grabs my hair and yanks me out from under the bed. "Ow! Please miss, release me!" I yell in fear and pain.

Your POV

Why in the living fuck was this dude in my house?! "Ow! Please miss, release me!" the man yells as tears formed in his eyes. I was about to yell at him before I realized how scared the poor man was. I let go of him and watched as he fell to the ground. Quiet sobs could be heard as the man rubbed his head. Great, now I feel bad. "Hey, are you alright?" I ask,bending down and putting a hand on his shoulder. The man jerks away and backs up, eventually hitting a wall. "You just yanked me by the hair! What do you think?" The man yells, his voice shaking as he looked around frantically. His frightened face turned into one of confusion. I give him a few minutes to recover before asking him anything. He wipes his tears away and asks in a soft voice, "Where am I?"

"In New York, USA." The man freezes and looks at me in shook. "What year is it?"

"Uh, 2019. Why?" The man puts his hands over his head and starts mumbling gibberish. All I could make out was, 'I can't be here again.' "Hey, do you need anything? Water? Food?" I ask, truly concerned for this dude. Why, I don't know. The man looks up and nods slowly. I walk off to get him some water. When I return, I start to ask questions. "So, why are you in my house?" The man takes a long sip of his glass of water before replying. "I...have no clue, miss. All I recall doing is falling asleep. Next thing I know, I'm here."

"Where are you from and why are you dressed like you're from the 1700s?" I question, taking in his attire. The man places his now empty glass down. "I'm from Great Britain, and I am from the 1700s!" What? This guy is delusional! "What is your name?"

"Samuel Seabury." Wait, I've heard that name before. I quickly got up and rushed to my closet. Digging through my many belongings, my eyes finally landed on what I was searching for. I scan the many pages of the huge American History book and stop when the name Samuel Seabury comes up. "Is this you?" Samuel nods after I show him the picture from the book. So it's true! Well shit. Just what I needed.

"Miss, I never got your name." Samuel says. "Oh, it's y/n."

"y/n." Samuel puts his hand up to his chin. "That's a wonderful name! Suits you quite well." Samuel smiles brightly, causing me to giggle. "Thanks." That's when a question entered my head. I look at Samuel with a serious face. "Samuel."

"Yes?"

"Where are you going to stay?" Samuel opens his mouth to respond, but doesn't speak. He stays silent before shrugging. "Would you like to stay with me?" I ask with a grin. Samuel's eyes widen a bit. "I can stay here?"

"For as long as you need to."

"Thank you miss y/n!" Samuel smiles widely. Adorable. "Ok then! First off, if your staying in this timeline, you need some new clothes." I explain, pointing to Samuel's nightgown.