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A little Hartwin thing for New Year’s Eve.

Working what amounts to a desk job as the new Arthur is every bit as horrid as Harry always imagined it would be in many ways. Yes, it’s rewarding as well, but the absolute worst part about it is not going on missions. Specifically, missions with Eggsy, which means they don’t get to spend as much time with each other as Harry would like. Considering the freshness of their relationship, Harry doesn’t think he can be faulted for finding it all irritating.

This Christmas, their first together, should’ve been filled with the smells and cheer of Christmas, awkward conversations with Eggsy’s mother at dinner, and time spent snuggled with Eggsy under a duvet by the fireplace, but instead Eggsy’s in America, and has been since the beginning of December, on a joint mission with the new Whiskey at Statesman, much to Harry’s dismay. Merlin keeps telling him to “stop moping around, blackening everyone’s mood.” 

See the thing is, Harry never expected he’d get to experience holidays with a loved one, and it turns out that he’s a big, soft romantic at heart — “Shocking no one that’s known you for five minutes,” Merlin scoffed when he alluded to it a few weeks past. Even Roxy had laughed at him over that, and she tries to at least feign deference to Harry as Arthur — and he already loves to celebrate all the special occasions and holidays with Eggsy. 

Now all Harry wants, since he didn’t get to spend Christmas with Eggsy, is to see him, hug him, kiss him, smell him — ”Fuckin’ pervy old man,” Merlin sniped at that one — for New Year’s Eve, but he doesn’t get to do any of that either. 

So here he is, alone at the Kingsman New Year’s Eve get-together, full of all the Kingsman employees and their loved ones. They might have eased up the rules on romantic entanglements for Kingsman agents and employees, but it’s still super top secret. Everyone not an actual employee thinks they’re at a party for the Kingsman liquor brand, and the booze available backs up that theory mightily. Harry has possibly partaken in more than his fair share, all things considered.

So he’s maybe moping a little bit. Merlin’s words, not his. Everyone is just so bloody cheerful, ready to ring in the new year and say goodbye to the hell that was 2017. But Harry doesn’t feel cheerful. The clock ticks ever closer to midnight and Harry has to resist the urge to leave early, go home, and end the night with another drink or three alone in his study. He’d tried calling Eggsy a couple times that night so he could at least hear his voice for a few minutes, but he never did answer. Now with only a few more minutes to go, Harry longs to hear something as simple as, “Hi, Harry.” Just those two words alone would make up for this entire miserable holiday season.

As the party-goers start the ten second countdown, Harry takes another sip of his drink and watches as if floating above it all. At a knock against his elbow, Harry startles. He turns to glance at the person responsible and freezes in place.

Eggsy smiles from beside him, dressed in a tux Harry had made for him specifically for special occasions. His hair is perfectly styled, he smells amazing with the cologne Harry had picked out for him, and he looks as stunning as Harry’s ever seen him. It can’t have been more than a few seconds as Harry’s mind races through all of these thoughts as the tide of astonished happiness rises inside of him, but he knows he has the biggest smile on his face already. 

“Hi, Harry,” Eggsy says, his own full-dimpled smile on display. There’s a twinkle in his eyes from the lights of the party all around them, people ringing in the new year with cheers and kisses all around. It may as well be an empty room for all of the attention Harry and Eggsy pay it.

“Eggsy,” Harry says. He reaches up with one hand and smooths a palm against Eggsy’s cheek, thumb brushing along the high of his cheekbone.

“Happy New Year,” Eggsy says and leans up to give Harry a kiss. It’s a gentle brush of their lips together, sweet as anything. They stand there completely lost to time until Eggsy pulls back a few moments later. Harry immediately leans in and kisses him again, still just gentle barely there brushes of their lips together.

After what feels like ages, yet not long enough, they pull apart once more. Eggsy grins up at Harry and says, “Merlin told me you were being insufferable, so we worked out a way to get me home just for tonight.”

Harry raises one eyebrow at the cheek and peers over to where he last saw Merlin before all of his awareness singled in on the only person he wants to see. Merlin was still in the same general area and at the glance from Harry, he salutes his drink with a wry smile. “Meddling bastard,” Harry says.

“Yeah,” Eggsy laughs. “Lucky for you.”

“Yes,” Harry agrees, and turns back to Eggsy and gives him a small kiss on the cheek, then runs his teeth down Eggsy’s jaw briefly before entangling their fingers together as he steps back. “Now let’s go home if I only get you for the night.” 

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Happy New Year everyone! Apologies for the cheeeeese above. 😉  May 2018 be infinitely better than the train-wreck of 2017. 💥✨🎊💥✨🍾💥✨🎉💥✨