To say that Harry had fallen in love the instant he saw Eggsy outside the police station would be a bit grandiose and a little bit of a lie. Interested, yes. Surely he could not be blamed for noticing the boy was attractive, but Harry did not go falling in love with the sons of his fallen comrades just because they had the pertest arse he had ever fucking seen.
But to say that Harry died himself when he saw Eggsy’s body hit the pavement would not be eloquent enough. There were no words in the English language, or any language for that matter, to describe the black, yawning ache he felt when he realized Eggsy was gone.
A Reverse Kentucky fic, in which Eggsy is the one who goes to Kentucky and Harry is left behind to pick up the pieces.
Bookmarked by Beroe
6 Mar 2017