Torture (Louis Tomlinson)
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Some may say it was fate that brought us together..... I say it was the devils work.
Maybe it was is piercing blue grey eyes or his looks that drew me in, but all I knew was I wish it hadn't. Now I'm stuck between leaving him or choosing ....Torture.
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