Secret Rendezvous

Chapter 1

Flashback...July 19, 1999.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the judge said as I looked up at Mike, the love of my life. I cupped my hand behind his head and stood on tiptoe as we kissed in front of our parents, who were clapping and cheering. I was now Mrs Michael Keeney.

February 10, 2011

"I'm sorry, baby, I was an idiot. I know I fucked up, but I can't take it back, even though I wish I could." I just stared at Mike as he broke my heart in a million pieces. He'd just admitted to me that he'd been having an affair with a 21 year old college student.

"Say something, baby," he repeated as I just stared at him in shock.

"What do you want me to say? You cheated on me, there's nothing you can say to change it."

Fast forward to 2016, to where Mike and I were still married, even though we fought a lot. Ever since he'd been diagnosed with anxiety and I'd been diagnosed with both anxiety and depression, we fought all the time because the medicine made us cranky.

About a month ago, the first part of March, I was given a kik by a dear friend that belonged to Harry Styles. I was like, yeah right, Harry Styles with a kik? But after I'd talked to him for a couple of weeks, and after getting hurt by people pretending to be him, he decided to reveal himself on Skype. Once I saw him on screen, I knew that without a doubt that I was talking to the real Harry Styles, heart throb of the popular band One Direction. One problem: I was almost 40 and he was 22. I know age shouldn't matter, but I felt weird flirting with a guy young enough to be my own son.

And Harry was a big flirt too. He flirted with me on kik, even after I told him I was married. There was no doubt that he was attractive, with long brown curly hair, piercing green eyes, a sexy British accent, and dimples. He was also an amazing singer, respected women, loved his fans, had a heart of gold, and was what my mom would call an old soul.

The day he asked me for my phone number I almost dropped my phone in the sink. Holy shit Harry Styles just asked me for my phone number.

After I gave it to him, he texted me about an hour later. I made sure I saved it in my contacts under my favorites. I enjoyed getting his drunk texts at all hours of the night, and I loved it when he flirted.

Towards the end of April, Mike was getting ready to go down to Texas with his dad to pick his brother up from Army boot camp, and he would be gone for the weekend.

Harry texted me.

Hey love, I have a photoshoot in Chicago this weekend and thought maybe you and Mike wanted to drive up to hang out.

Actually Mike will be out of town this weekend, and I'm off this weekend.

...Feel like making a trip up to Chicago?

Yeah I can. Are you flying in?

No, I'm driving in.

"Julie? Can you do me a favor and watch Spike and Bella for me this weekend?" Julie was my best friend, and she had a dog named Cuddles that would play with Spike once in awhile.

"Sure, bring them over. Are you going with Mike down to Texas?"

"No, I'm actually going into Chicago to visit a friend."