Eggsy's eyelids were heavy as he slowly blinked, hoping that as the darkness was replaced with daylight, that Harry would heroically roll over, and have some wild explanation for not being dead, like bullet proof eyebrows or a special drug that he took to heal him instantly. But the limp clump of black pin stripes lay four meters in front of him, not moving an inch. Like a classic climatic scene in a predictable film, Eggsy's feet slowly dragged against the dirt track, little huffs of emotion escaping him periodically until he stilled, his feet touching the heals of Harry's shoes. Looming over Harry's face brought his death all the more real, as Eggsy saw his eyes focused at the sky, not moving and slightly pushed back into the socket. He crouched down and cradled Harry's head, slipping one hand under his head and the other brushing away Harry's hair, as it had drooped over his face, and he knew how much harry hated that. A crimson entrance hole lay under the hair, and his other palm was now filled with sticky warm blood. Seeing Harry's blood in his palm had broke Eggsy inside and had caused a cliche yell to the heavens as his eyes started to sting. He was only aware he was crying when a tear landed on Harry's glasses, forcing Eggsy to look into those once beautiful, now lifeless eyes. To be certain, Eggsy shuffled his right hand under Harry's blazer to feel for a heart beat, keeping his free hand to stop Harry's head from touching the floor. It started to get cold and dark when Eggsy couldn't find a heart beat, and he gave into the dizziness in his head.
There was music playing behind the dark wooden door. It was classical maybe. It sounded old. Something Eggsy's father would listen to when he came home. Something encouraged eggsy to open the door. He ran his hand along the details of the door, bumping over the wrought iron pyramids that were carefully inset into the wood. It smelt of the same wood used in the tailoring rooms. A familiar voice echoed from the room, and Eggsy pressed down on the brass handle, clicking the lock open, and allowing light to shrink his pupils.
The dusty smell of sunlight escaping from a small rectangular skylight caught his attention, along with the smell of papyrus reeds and Scotch. Book shelves framed the entire room, divided in presumable categories by the use of thin embedded brass labels. The books were hardbacked with leather, all in royal colours: emerald, ruby, violet, and Atlantis blue. He couldn't help but run a finger over them, feelings their softness, inviting him to open one. His dad's library looked and smelt similar as a child. It was all very dream like, Eggsy concluded. Everything was a little hazy, a little echoey, and as if someone had placed a sepia lens in his eyes.
"A true gentleman would traditionally knock but seen as you're already present, would you like a scotch." Harry's voice broke the surreality, Eggsy was aware of his presence but he still, for an unclear reason, was soothed by Harry's voice and presence. Eggsy took the time to study the chair capturing harry. It was a traditional black leather that was studded around the arms and had wooden claw feet. Harry was sat cross legged, left over right, with his left elbow perched on the chair arm, and his right held a large tumbler.
Eggsy couldn't find the words to reply, so he lightly sat down in an identical chair, finding equally large tumbler with a finger of scotch climbing up a handful of perfect ice squares. He gingerly grabbed the glassware and made a weak attempt of copying Harry's posture. Harry chuckled as he lifted his glass and said "to manners." Eggsy tried to repeat harry but his mouth was clamped shut. Too longer moment had passed, so he brought the tumbler to his lips, feeling the cold ice, and then the warm liquor sliding down his throat. He had shut his eyes to concentrate, pinpoint the memory that was trying to escape. It smelt faintly of harry. It reminded him of Harry's firm but reassuring hand on his shoulder, the feel of his hands smoothing down Eggsy's collar and neatening his tie. It felt like a perfume cloud enveloping him in a happy state of comfort as Eggsy lazily opened his eyes. A careful clunk sounded as harry placed his glass ware on a side table, walking over to the record player that had stopped emitting sounds. Eggsy watch harry change the record, and close his eyes in appreciation. Harry walked over to harry, taking his glass and placing it on a side table, before taking Eggsy's hands, getting him to stand. "A gentleman must learn to waltz eventually." It sounded alien and eggsy wanted to pull back and say "what the 'ell is goin' on 'ere." But he didn't because he couldn't remember what happened before he opened the door.
Harry placed a hand on Eggsy's waist, and he copied. He took Harry's free hand and held it outwards at shoulder height. "There we are." Harry smiled. Something in the back of Eggsy's brain screamed something wasn't right, but his heart was thumping louder then his brain. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers through the collar on Harry's blazer, his thoughts interrupted when harry cleared his throat "follow my lead." Harry nodded towards their feet, where Eggsy fixed his eyes.
Eggsy started to pick up the pace by the time the song was coming to an end, slightly getting out of time and giggling when he realised how childish he looked standing on Harry's shoes. He met Harry's eyes as he looked up, and realised he stepped too far into the mans personal space. His heart jumped forward and Eggsy nervously, kissed him. Just lightly, pulling away as his ears got warm and he started feeling a little flustered. Realising Harry hadn't said anything he tried to take a step back to escape, but was stopped by Harry's firm but gentle hand on the crux of his back, harry taking a step forward and stroking Eggsy's jawline with his free hand, lifting his chin and kissing him a little harsher then planned. He waited until Eggsy's eyelashes fluttered to a close before closing his own. "I love you" Harry whispered as Eggsy decided to deepen the kiss and pull harry closer, pushing his hands into Harry's blazer and feeling his heart where there was no pulse.
It only took him a moment for his memory to break past the wooden door. A painful flash of Harry flailing backwards with a gun shot wound to the head, landing with a thud on the floor, glassy eyes fixated on the sky, the sun, the stars. "It wasn't supposed to be that kind of movie" was all Eggsy could think of as it started to rain inside the library, and he heard a crack in his voice. Eggsy wanted to stay inside this illusion but he knew neither of them would let him. He wanted to stay in this sanctuary for ever, opening every leather bound book, getting drunk on love with scotch and waltzing with harry-but he couldn't. Harry counted on him to finish what he started.
The dream melted away and Eggsy opened his eyes to artificial light struggling against the rain to light a path in the darkening sky. More vehicles approached as Merlin clambered out of the first, and pulled the boy away from the body outside a church. He could smell the rain as it hit the asphalt, it washed over him, and dripped into his mouth, taking the metallic taste along with, making it hard to swallow. Merlin held him against his suit trying to block out the vision that had Eggsy's eyes pealed open to-staring into the lifeless eyes of Harry Hart. Eggsy wanted to crawl back into the sanctuary, tell harry that he loved him, spend his life in an illusion, but of course, it wasn't that type of movie.