ephemeral
wc : 873 words
imagine: Mobland
summary : it's hard to not get feelings involved when you get to meet your 'ex's wife. | the reader, not only a harrigan, but also an ex of Harry finally gets to meet his wife, Jan, at a party. (not much jan hate, we love jan over here)
Ephemeral, yeah, that's how you'd describe what you had with Harry, Beautiful but ephemeral. Honestly it still felt like yesterday, You'd wait till your father stopped blasting him with tasks then sit with him on the garden steps out back, He still was a man of few words but still the two of you would somehow talk for ages: about life, about work, about the future. For a second you thought what you had with him was real, so real that when he ended it after a few months you broke.
And now? Now he was with 'Jan', lovely-fucking-Jan. Infact he was with her right now, just across the slightly packed room filled with chatter , wine, and warm hues of oranges and browns as result of the sunlight pooling through the windows and fancy curtains.
You knew she was coming, your father didn't fail to rub it in your face, neither did Eddie, But still the sight of her managed to scratch at you, i mean, your brows couldn't possibly furrow more.
You simply watched from afar in your juniper-green dress and pinned up hair, while nimble fingers wrapped tightly around a glass etched in fancy patterns.
Eventually though, familiar brown orbs peered out of a face etched with age and labour to you, It was all your brain needed to acknowledge it as Harrys. You don't speak, you simply hold his sharp gaze. It was hard to read, as usual, but you still silently challenged it up until it battered away and a sigh left his parted lips.
Not long after you noticed his own calloused hands rest against the small of the blondes back , like he'd do with you, before guiding her to you. And the closer they got the more you started to take her in, She was beautiful.
Your fingertips tightened, and a smile plastered your own cherry-red lips, garnet under the dim lighting, "Harry, This must be..?" You trail once the pair reach you.
His voice came out a little hoarse as he cleared his throat, "Jan, meet [name], [name], meet Jan, my wife"
"Wife," you echoe, pulling out a had to shake, to which she does with a smile, "It’s nice to see you in person."
"Well..it's nice to meet you too," Jan hums in response, her gaze flickering between you and Harry, loose blonde strands, flaxen under the lights, follow suit of her head movements, "I'm suprised i haven't heard much about you."
"Ah well," You breathe with a twitch of a smile, "Theres not much to know about me, I'm more of a past time" Once again your gaze trails back to his, "Aren't i Harry?"
For a second you noticed the blondes brows furrow a little in confusion but before words could slips from her tongue Harry cleared his throat, "Well, actually i think," he sniffs, "i need another drink, Can you get me another one? please?," already pushing his almost empty glass towards Jans hands.
A pause passed before she nodded, and just like that, lovely jan left.
Once she dissapeared passed the countless bodies dressed in fancy suits and dresses a scoff slipped from your lips, and so did a now humorless smile.
"What happened? I thought she was lovely"
He didn't seem to budge at your words, nor was he amused as he simply muttered gravelly , "I thought we talk about this."
"Hardly," You shuffle, shifting your weightont your other leg , it was just enough for some light to brush against your hair and one of your eyes, painting it lucent.
Yet again, a few beats of silence between the two of you fell again, the sounds of chatter, faint instrumental from the piano and clickering of glasses pooled in to fill it.
"Right so we talked about it," He corrected ,words slow with a small shake of his head, "So i don't understand what your doing right now"
His words only made you roll your eyes and tighten you jaw. In response, for a fleeting moment, you lower your voice and subtly lean in "Fuck you, Harry, I'm showing you how much i mean that, thats 'what i'm doing'," you almost mock before taking a long sip from the remenants of the clear wine marbled with white suds in your glass.
And once more, your gaze caught his wife heading back over, a filled glass in her hand, you push on your weight to leave.
