gathered on wings Brooklyn_Babylon on Ao3 Summary: As Harry lay by Louis' side, covered in sweat and come, he knew he should feel ugly, messy, ruined, like the life he'd left behind. But something about the way Louis looked at him, the way he stared at him with want and awe, made Harry wonder if he'd ever feel this beautiful again. Harry rolled his eyes at himself for his momentary romantic dreaminess. As good as this was, he knew it was nothing more than sex. He literally couldn't afford to fall for just anyone, no matter how fit they were. ----- What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist. What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way. Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn't what Harry is looking for. Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.