only fools

Only Fools, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, G, 875 words. Fluffy as hell.

“Eggsy?”

Eggsy looks up from the book he’d been giving half his attention to to find Daisy at the bottom of the stairs in her pink nightgown, holding onto the railing with one hand.

“Dais, it’s late,” he says, glancing at the clock as he gets up. It’s half past eleven, and still no sign of Harry.  Eggsy is surprised that so much time has passed; it seems like he just put Daisy down to sleep a few moments ago. “Can’t sleep?”

She shakes her head, watching as Eggsy shuts his book and turns off the lights. When Eggsy gets close enough she holds both her arms up.

“Song?” Daisy requests as Eggsy dutifully picks her up, shutting off the last of the lights before he carries her up the stairs. At this point it’s likely that Harry will sleep at the office; no use in staying up any longer waiting.

“A song?” Eggsy repeats as he enters the guest room, switching on the lamp next to the bed. “I think I can manage that. Any requests?”

Daisy shakes her head, and Eggsy hums as he considers. He goes with one he knows well, and it had been a favourite of Daisy’s when she was a baby.

“Wise men say,” he starts softly, wandering slowly back and forth across the room. “Only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling love with you.”

Daisy leans her head against his shoulder and Eggsy gently rocks her as he walks. It’s a simple song, only a few lines, so it’s easy for his thoughts to drift as he sings. He thinks about waiting up for Harry, wanting a cuddle while he hears about his day before they go to bed. Eggsy is fairly certain that their relationship is entering ‘love’ territory. Or at least he’s certain that he loves Harry. He just hasn’t figured out how to tell him in so many words, yet. It’s something Eggsy thinks about on a daily basis, and he feels as if every day it’s harder to keep the words to himself. It still feels like they’re moving too quickly, but they were living together before they even started a relationship so Eggsy is fairly certain that that’s a lost cause regardless.

Soon, he thinks, as he notices that Daisy is about to fall asleep properly. He’ll tell Harry soon. He shuts off the bedside lamp, still singing softly as he backs out of the room. Eggsy is halfway through the second chorus when he turns around, nearly running into Harry who is leaning against the doorway, still in his suit but with his tie missing and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. He’s looking at him with such fondness that Eggsy feels momentarily overwhelmed.

Fuck it, he thinks, voice hitching in the split second it takes him to decide to continue singing. Life is short and dangerous and he should know.

“Darling, so it goes,” he sings softly, stuttering the slightest bit. “Some things are meant to be.”

Eggsy is looking for some sort of confirmation that this is okay, that he can keep going without messing up what they have. It’s then that he realises that he recognises the look that Harry is giving him right now; it’s the same one that Harry gives him when he doesn’t think Eggsy can see him. It’s the same one Harry gives him when Eggsy wakes him up in the morning, when he fixes Eggsy’s tie each day before they leave, or when Eggsy has brought him the perfect cuppa after hours of paperwork.

It makes Eggsy feel warm all over even as it makes his palms sweat, and his confidence comes rushing back. Eggsy steps right up into Harry’s space, smiling up at him softly as he guides Harry a step backward so he can shut the door of the guest room behind him.

“Take my hand, take my whole life, too,” he starts, maintaining eye contact with Harry as he finishes confidently and just slightly terrified. “Cause I can’t help falling in love with you.”

The hallway falls into silence as Eggsy’s voice trails off. Harry very carefully brings his hands up to cup Eggsy’s face.

“My darling boy,” Harry whispers fondly, voice only cracking a little bit.

Eggsy feels simultaneously giddy and weightless, and can’t help the smile that breaks across his face. He’s still smiling when Harry pulls him in for a soft kiss, and when he pulls back it’s only far enough so that Eggsy can see that Harry’s gone a bit misty eyed.

“I love you, Eggsy,” Harry tells him, so sincere that it makes Eggsy smile even wider, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Good,” Eggsy whispers, resting their foreheads together as Harry swipes his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Otherwise I would have had to start singing again til I got the point across.”

“Oh by all means, “ Harry says, “But best do that down the hall so you don’t wake Daisy.”

Eggsy has to muffle his laughter in Harry’s shoulder, giddy with relief.