Psycho
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Last published Sat, Jun 13, 2015
"Louise, my lovely Louise," Harry practically sang, a little tray in his hand, which held a plate with a sandwich, and a little cup of apple juice.
"Wake up, m'love," He grinned as he sat the tray down, just after he turned the light bulb on by pulling a metal bead string, which was pretty dusty but he never bothered cleaning anything down here.
When he saw Louis stirring and finally coming back to his beautiful consciousness, he grinned and pulled the little stool over, sitting down.
"Have a nice sleep, baby?"
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