This is my first fanfiction! I am utterly obsessed with this movie, and I am hartwin trash 3

-Hannah

Eggsy watched in horror as the brutality unfolded. This wasn't Harry… it couldn't be. He wouldn't hurt anyone… well not anyone innocent and certainly not church goers. He grimaced as Harry stabbed a pole through the pastors neck, leaving him to fall to his knees. Eggsy couldn't watch anymore. He slammed the laptop shut and bolted outside.

He ran as fast as his feet could take him, vaulting over walls and fences, whilst silently thanking himself for not giving up on gymnastics. He knew of the church he was heading to. It was a hate church he had recently seen on the news, protesting at soldiers funerals and spreading hate wherever they went. He despised the group, but nevertheless was still nauseated by the massacre that had just occurred there. As the church appeared in the distance, he sped up, worried for Harry's safety... and sanity. Eggsy skidded around the last corner, almost screeching to a halt when he faced what awaited him.

"Well this ain't that kinda movie…" Valentine uttered, raising his gun to Harry's head.

Without any logical thinking, Eggsy shouted from the top of his lungs, "NOOOOO"

Valentine swiftly turned, Gazelle and the henchmen keeping watch on Harry. Gun still raised, he smirked at Eggsy.

"I expected you to arrive earlier, Valet boy," he commented, with a tone of sincerity in his voice.

Eggsy didn't fully comprehend this comment, as his eyes, locked onto Harry, welled with tears. There was nothing he could do now, he was too late. Harry stared back at Eggsy, with a look Eggsy had only seen once in his life; when he was very young and first met Harry. Harry was also failing to hold back his tears. "Harry..." Eggsy started. Their glance seemed to last forever, and it probably would have, had Valentine not pulled the trigger.

Blood splatters, followed by Eggsy's motionless body, hit the floor. Valentine grimaced at the blood, trying not to gag. And then it all happened so fast. Harry's gun came swiftly out of his back pocket, Valentines two hit men fell to the floor with bullets through their heads, and Gazelle followed straight after. Harry was on top of Valentine in a split second, holding the gun to his forehead. A teardrop fell from Harry's cheek, landing on Valentines nose, just before the bullet entered his head.

In a flash, Harry was at Eggsy's side, chocking through the tears, silently begging for any miraculous way he could still be alive. Eggsy's body was cold, and under his dilated eyes, a tear drop stain had dried on his pale cheek. Without hesitating, Harry removed his jacket and laid it over Eggsy's motionless body, in a hopeless attempt to keep him warm. As tears rolled down his cheeks, Harry closed his eyes, involuntarily letting painful memories surface.

"GRENADE!"

The words shattered through Harry's ears like a bullet. He ran foreword, not considering the consequences and expecting death to greet him any second, which it would have, had he not been thrown backwards out of the way. The explosion rung in his ears, and as he sat up, he had no idea what had just happened. Until, as the dust subsided, he noticed the two bodies in front of him. One was his best friend. Kingsmen were meant to be strong, not just physically, but emotionally too. However, seeing your best friends lifeless body in front of you is not something that can be taken easily. Harry had learnt to erase emotions in training, or at least hide them. They had been instructed to shoot their dog, which Harry had done with ease. He remembered the look in his dogs eyes and he held the gun to its head. And the sigh of relief when he had taken when he had found out it was a blank. He wished the grenade had been a blank. If that was even possible. "I'll take care of this, personally" Harry stammered, his voice breaking. As James and Merlin cleared out, Harry bent down next to his friend, his eyes burning as he tried to hold back the tears. "I'm so sorry," he trembled, "This was my fault.. how could I be so stupid" He removed his friends gas mask and hood, and took off the medallion he wore around his neck, tightly grasping it so tightly that it left the indent of a "K" in his palm. "I promise I will repay you." he muttered, standing up and turning away. "I will do everything it takes to repay you, I won't let you down."

But he had. He had let his best friend down, once again. He had killed two of his closest friends. Because of his stupid mistakes. "Harry," Merlin whispered through his intercom, snapping him back to the present. "Harry.. is Eggsy…" Harry switched it off. He couldn't bear to hear the word that would have finished that question. Eggsy's lifeless eyes stared into Harry's tearful ones. He pulled the gun from his pocket. And then he just sat there. Memories of Eggsy and his father filling his head, metastasising relentlessly around his body. The last time he and Eggsy had been together ended in a fight. He had snapped and him, and told him to wait at his house. But of course, Eggsy wouldn't stand back and watch. No, he just had to be the hero. He hadn't even had a chance to thank him… or tell him how much he meant to him.. or tell him…

And now it was too late. He bent down over Eggsy, and closed the boys lifeless eyelids. Standing back up, Harry lifted the gun to his head, tears streaming down his face. After what seemed like forever, he pulled back the hammer and closed his eyes. A firm hand grabbed his shoulder, while another pulled the gun from his hand. Harry fell to his knees, letting his emotions pull him down. He collapsed on his face, and two blurred figures ran towards him. "Roxy…. Eggsy, I've got Harry… quickly!" One had slurred. Harry felt himself being hoisted over someones shoulder, his mind slipping away. The last thing he heard before the darkness overcame him was Eggsy's voice - "Harry…I'm sorry..."