louis tomlinson

The table is adorned with a variety of carefully prepared dishes.

As you look at the empty chair in front of you, a pang of disappointment washes over you. Your lover, Louis, is nowhere to be found, and you realize that he is probably having dinner with his wife, a woman who is not you.

The clock strikes midnight, and just as you start to lose hope, he appears, as if on cue. The sound of his footsteps echoes through the room,

“there you are,” making you sit up stiffly.

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