hartwin, they-are-both-homeless au?

notbrogues:

I tried to make this not depressing

• Eggsy used to kipping it on street corners and park benches when Dean’s had a few too much to drink and gets riled for a fight. Good thing about it, he’s seen a lot more of London than most people do. Sure, he doesn’t get the full view as the tourists and day time crowd but at least he doesn’t have to pay to get into every fucking thing.
• Harry, just home from a long business trip doing mind numbing pencil pushing auditing work, finds his lovely home has caught fire and everything is terribly smoke damaged. He kind of just sags in defeat and sits down on his suitcase as he watches the firefighters trample on his plants and soak his already destroyed house. When he goes to fish his wallet from his pocket, he finds it missing. That wiry kid on the tube–Harry swears so loudly the firefighters actually turn to look at him. No cards, no money, no ID.
• So, Eggsy’s wandering the streets early in the night when he comes across some poor bedraggled looking bloke carrying a little wheelie behind him and staring dejectedly at his phone. Despite the wrinkled suit, shocking purple circles under his eyes and the overall grumpy look about him, Eggsy thinks he just looks–lost. And handsome. Just as he makes up his mind to go talk to him, the man lets out a disgruntled yell and throws his phone to the kerb, where it shatters.
• “You alright there, mate?” 

          “It appears my phone is out of battery.”

          “Yeah… don’t think it’s gonna charge up now.”

          Harry levels the young man in the snapback with a stare he hopes is       both unimpressed and withering. The young man just raises his eyebrow at him, smiles.

         “My house nearly burnt down,” Harry explains with a sigh. “And someone stole my wallet.”

          “Ouch. Well, I’m kicked outta my place for the night. Looks like we’re both bumming it tonight.” The young man sticks out his hand. “I’m Eggsy.”

          Harry takes his hand. “Harry Hart.”

          “I know a place that serves all night breakfast. Will do a fry-up that makes you see God.”

          “I don’t have any money.”

          “It’s alright. I picked a wallet off some bloke in a nice suit a few hours ago.” At Harry’s flat stare, Eggsy adds with a laugh, “Joking, mate. It’s on me.”

• There’s a sense of companionship–something about being out alone on the streets when everyone else is tucked up into their beds that makes Eggsy reach out to Harry, for Harry to reach back. They spend the rest of the night sharing a double order of beans and fried mushrooms and bacon, endless cups of coffee that they get on free refills when Eggsy shines that utterly charming smile on the waitress and she nearly breaks down into giggles. Harry finds himself staring far too much, catches Eggsy staring back. By the time morning comes, Harry finds he’s in too much of a hurry to get back home.

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