"You have to know I'm in love with you" for Hartwin pretty please?
Thank you!!! And anything for you, darling. *kisses*
It was like someone had knocked the air right out of his lungs. Eggsy stood at the foot of Harry’s medical bed; he’d ended up there, again. Trying for the life of him to figure out how a man so bloody smart, could be so daft.
“You are not required to be here.” The statement held more doubt than Eggsy was sure Harry intended. Like the words were forced around gravel and spit out with pure ignorance.
Eggsy tossed his hands up. “You’re pretty fucking dense, you know that?” That seemed to offend Harry. His eye grew wide, nose raised in only a way Harry could manage while injured. “I ain’t leaving you.”
To make a point, Eggsy sat at his bedside, crossed his legs and folded hands over his knee, staring at Harry. He wanted to kick him, but that would be unkind considering his right arm was in a cast.
“Eggsy,” Harry sighed, almost resigned.
“Harry,” Eggsy challenged, less patient that Harry had been. “I ain’t leaving,” he added softer.
Harry huffed through his nostrils, annoyance among other things evident on his features, as he situated his injured arm better on a pillow.
“I’m sure you’d rather be doing better things, than sit by an old fools bedside.” That got up Eggsy’s back worse than when Harry told him to leave the room. “You shouldn’t feel obligated to stay,” Harry reminded him.
Eggsy shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I love you, Harry.” He leaned forward to touch his good hand. “Ain’t no other place I’d rather be.” The love confession seemed to weigh on Harry’s face. It etched the fine wrinkles on his skin with disbelief and deepened them as he grew heavy with doubt.
“You do?” Is what he whispered.
Eggsy placed his lips tenderly to Harry’s bruised knuckles, being sure to kiss each one, and gazed up at the man who held his whole damn heart and didn’t even know it.
“You have to know I’m in love with you,” Eggsy murmured. It was like he saw Harry for the first time. His expression turned soft, almost youthful for a man nearly sixty, and tender. Harry took a deep breath, as if the revelation was somehow impossible.
Eggsy nodded, unable to provide further verbal assurance, but lifted up to capture his lips in the gentlest kiss ever, mindful to be careful of his healing busted lip. He could feel Harry’s smile as he pulled away. It was wide, as his remaining eye filled with tears, and cracked his busted lip; he really needed to cut this shit and take the position as Arthur.
“I love you, too,” Harry confirmed quietly.
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