Hey everyone! Just so everyone knows, this story is 100% completely my own, but I actually edited it from being a boyxgirl story between two other characters in a different fandom, to Narry. Excuse any mistakes or bad writing from me a year ago. A friend of mine told me that this sounded like it was made for Narry, so I decided to give it a shot. Comment/favorite/follow if you'd like me to continue. I've got loads of chapters all ready and waiting so just let me know if i should continue and they'll be pretty quick, update-wise. Also, Harry's condition will be explained later on so DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. Thanks y'all. (Also, I tried to make them sound British, but I might be too southern for it, sorry :\)

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It had been an uneventful day in the office, to say the least. I had gotten there at 9:30, as usual, and had my morning coffee, as usual. It was now 12:30 and barely any calls had been placed or received. It didn't make much since to me; it was a completely normal day. The sun was hidden behind the CLOUDS, and it was a dreary afternoon in London, England. People were bustling to get taxis 49 floors below me, and I could see the tops of umbrellas bobbing tirelessly. I saw people with conjoined hands, assistants rushing into different buildings with their bosses' lunches, and (though they looked like tiny little ants) children playing in the puddles.

"Nora, will you call Louis and ask him if we're still having lunch at one o'clock?" I asked my receptionist, frustrated that I was so bored that I had actually been pushed to people watch. Louis had better not bail on me again for his girlfriend, who I swear is dating him to get to me or the money we had. I had told him this multiple times but he called me conceited and told me that the world didn't revolve around me or money.

The truth in the matter is some people's worlds do revolve around me. I'm the head of "One Direction", the multi-billion dollar energy company that has more power than the entirety of London, literally and figuratively. Louis is, in fact, the co-owner, although he does absolutely nothing, and if he weren't my brother, I would have fired him a long time ago. There was even a time that I had threatened his job three years ago, when he was making a complete fool out of himself and, more importantly, the company. He would go through women (and men for that matter) like a dog with meat. It was thoroughly disgusting and embarrassing and I wouldn't have it in our father's company.

Seeing as I was the Harry Styles, named "sexiest billionaire" by PEOPLE magazine, I had a reputation to keep up. I have had to have several girlfriends and boyfriends, mostly for publicity reasons, none lasting longer than two months. Don't get me wrong, fooling around is all fun and games, but start talking relationship, and I'll run for the hills. Love isn't exactly my style(s).

It was a well known fact that two of the youngest, and most successful brothers in the world were both bi-sexual. Honestly, it just made the publicity boom, seeing as now both boys and girls saw that they had a chance. It didn't matter much to me, seeing as I would never love anyone. Caring for people only got you hurt. It only hurt others. Hurt people like-

Like a tsunami, it hit me. Just like it does every time. My hands started sweating and my vision blurred. I clenched my hands and my jaw, blinking rapidly, refusing to let go of my emotions at the office. My fingernails dug into my skin and I bit harshly on the inside of my check until, finally, the BLURRINESS faded.

You see, no one knows what I really am. What I've really been through. They say that I'm "Sexy, with a dark past," but they have no idea what that past really is. I've done all I can to hide it; people don't need to know about the Styles' brother's past.

I tore my eyes from my blank COMPUTER screen to see my brother happily bounding down the hall like a puppy who missed his owner. I smiled and stood, pulling my suit jacket around me to button it as he got closer. He pretty much slammed into me, hugging me with all his might.

"Good to see you too, Louis." I chuckled sarcastically and he smiled up, completely unashamed, at me.

"I missed you, bro!" He exclaims, stepping away and walked with me towards the elevator to lunch. His hair was feathery and bouncing on his head with his steps and his eyes were light and excited. I couldn't help but feel the excitement also, and I was happy that he was happy. "So, how's life?" He asked, ending the silence that filled the elevator.

"Great. Business is great. Not that you would know..." I playfully scowled at him and he smiled and shrugged. "-I'm pretty sure we'll be able to completely over-take "The Wanted Corp." by next month." I said, feeling completely proud and accomplished.

"Well, man, that's great and all, but what I meant was, how's your life?" He pressed as we stepped off of the elevator.

I sighed as we walked over the marble floor, and in between the same, marble pillars, "Thank you, Mitch." I said as he pulled up my car.

Once we were in the car Louis asked again, "So? Life?"

"I don't know what you mean, Lou. Business is my life." I said, getting angry at his pushing.

"Bu-" he started.

"Louis. Shut up." I said in a dangerous tone. This, this right here, is who I am. I have anger issues, even with my own brother. I just mad over simple things and know when I want things, and exactly how I want them. And I always, always get what I want.

Louis stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, knowing that I needed to cool down. We got out of the car and gave the keys the valet at our favorite restaurant, "La Caffeè Casa". As we walked in I exhaled heavily, my anger gone, and remorse back, "Listen Lou, I'm sorry."

He gave me a forgiving smile and nodded as the hostess sat us down, with a flirtatious smile to the both of us, which only Louis returned. I kept my head down, either looking at my iPhone, scrolling through my emails, or staring blankly at my menu, because I knew what I was going to get already. As the waiter approached, I saw Louis's eyes pretty much pop out of his head, which only made me keep mine down; I honestly didn't want to know if my brother found yet another person hot.

"Alright lads, my name's Niall, and I'll be your sever this afternoon, can I get you two anything to drink?" He asked in a perfect Irish drawl, Harry couldn't help but tense up. Irish accents had always been something of a turn on of his.

Louis smirked. "You can definitely get us something." He said with a wink. I kicked his leg under the table and Louis glared at me. "I'll just have a coke." He said, agitated and rubbing his calf.

"Black Coffee," I said sternly, not letting my voice let on to how badly I wanted to look up at him.

"Um. Alright." He muttered and walked away.

"That was rude. He was smiling all cute before you went and became a jerk. Plus he's totally hot! How bout' you be the confidant man we all know you are and look him in the eyes!" Louis chided, reminding me of how our mother used to-

My breathing accelerates, the flashbacks returning.

Gun.
Screams.
Blood. So much blood...

Louis grabbed my wrists from across the table, squeezing them so hard it almost hurt. He knew the look in my eyes, he knew what could happen if I didn't have immediate comfort. "Harry. You're fine. You're okay. We're okay." He promises.

I stare at his blue eyes as he calms me, with her eyes. I had my father's eyes. I wanted her eyes. I nodded my head sharply and he released my wrists, giving me a small smile of reassurance, before he glared at people looking at us curiously.

People know I have problems, and that's fine. They don't know why I have them, and I'll let them wonder. It doesn't matter if they think that it was a girlfriend that

"broke my heart" or an "abusive past", because it isn't true and people can think what they want.

It wasn't long before Niall returned and handed Louis his coke, with him winking at him. He must've held out my cup, but I refused to look at him, so he set it down in front of me, probably rolling his eyes. Or maybe he didn't notice my hostility. Maybe he was treated like this a lot. And for some reason that annoyed me, which it really shouldn't, but the thought that people could treat him irked me to no end.

"Do you try to make people feel bad? Honestly, you should've seen his expression. Jerk. What are you doing anyway, just be a nice guy and give the poor guy some respect?" Louis said, crossing his arms.

I just shook my head and took a sip of my coffee.

When Louis and I had finished conversing about his girlfriend and business, we said our goodbyes and he left, knowing I wouldn't let him pay the check (not that it mattered, we were both billionaires). When the little black BOOK appeared on top of the newspaper I was now observing, I finally looked up to see the waiter. Well, his back. His-wow-his perfect, dyed blonde hair (that was styled into a tousled, messy quiff that looked like sunshine itself) and his adorable tiny size. And okay, yes, hot damn... his ass.

That was when I was determined to see him, after all, I'd never been this interested in someone's back profile before. I sat in my seat, a little taller now, not letting my eyes leave the kitchen doors that he had exited through seconds before. After a few moments, I was afraid that maybe he left out a back door until- there he was.

I felt all of my breath leave my body, only one word entering my brain.

Mine.

I would've been surprised at the speed that my feelings grew, but wow, he had to be most beautiful person in all of Europe; maybe even the whole world. It felt like air was easier to breathe, my constant panic attacks, all of my problems, none of them were anywhere in my mind. What was this? Harry made note to ask his DOCTOR if his condition made it possible to have soul-mates. He made eye contact with me and, trying to get over myself, I grinned widely back.

He, however, looked angrily at me, almost glaring as he stalked over. I never once let my eyes leave his. "Where'd the nice one go?" Niall asked, obviously annoyed by something. My eyes flickered across his now close face; from his piercing blue eyes, to his adorable little nose, to his lips… oh god.

I forced my eyes upwards, to meet his, angry, confused ones. Right, he asked a question. "Um, excuse me?" I say, almost shakily.

Niall rolled his eyes, making me wonder if he knew who exactly I was. "Where did your friend go, you know the nice one?" Oh, so the 'thing' he was annoyed by earlier was actually me.

I almost snarl, wondering if he liked Louis, or if he had a boyfriend (or even worse, girlfriend).

'Oh god, what if he's straight?'

I growled lightly at the thought. He was mine now, he'd have to forget about any boyfriends and/or girlfriends he's ever had. I sneered slightly, "My brother left, he was late for a date with his girlfriend." Louis was off the market to him now.

"Um... Okay, thanks for coming to 'La Caffeè Casa', mate, and… for making eye contact with me." He winked playfully at me, beginning to walk away with the check BOOK. But I stopped him, grasping his arm lightly, trying not to be too rough even though all I wanted to do was grab him around the waist and pull him flat up against me. He turned around, a little impatiently. "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I inwardly sighed at his adorable-ness. "Have dinner with me tonight." I said, trying to bring my confidence back to its normal level.

"Is that a question?" He asked, looking as if he wanted to laugh.

"No." I deadpanned, hoping it worked.

"Well, cheers for the…erm, demand… but I have plans." He said, once again trying to leave.

I stopped him before he could go, knowing my heart might shatter if he just walked away from me. "Please?" I asked, nearing desperation.

He sighed, "Listen, I'm having… a party at like 7 tonight, dinner time, I won't be able to have dinner." He lied unconvincingly.

"Ok, tomorrow then." I said, smiling as if I didn't see through his lie.

"You're persistent, aren't you?" He asked, with the trace of a smile on his lips. He looked up at me, almost analyzing the foot between us.

"I'm known for it." I smirk slightly, wondering if he actually does recognize me.

"Yeah, you are, Mr. Styles -"I shivered at his use of my name, his words going straight south.

"-Harry, please." I interject, knowing i won't be able to control myself around him much longer if he continues with that.

"-Harry." He corrects, "You're also known for being some kind of 'Sex God' and I'm honestly not really into that." He gives me a TIRED glare.

I stared at him, shocked that he basically read my mind. "I'm not asking you to do anything… like that." I said softly, surprising him and myself. I had spent about 5 minutes with this guy, and I already wanted to take him right here, in front of all these people.

"Well, it doesn't matter." He said, a piece of his hair falling in front of his face from his messy quiff, hiding his gorgeous eyes from me.

'No, never hide your face from me.' I thought gently.

I moved it to the side gingerly, leaving my hand on his cheek. "Why doesn't it matter?" I asked, caressing his cheek.

He stared at me, still confused, until he snapped out of it and stepped backwards, my hand falling meaninglessly to my side. "It doesn't matter, because, I have a rule, and that rule is that I don't date. Especially guys like you." He said in a clipped tone, glaring at me. With that, he walked back into the kitchen, the black BOOK in hand. I smirked, ignoring that pained feeling in my chest.

'I'll be seeing him real soon,' I tried to comfort myself.

Oh, how I would change that silly rule of his. I hope his "party" isn't too crazy, seeing as I would have to check in on it later. As he walked away I could tell he liked me, that he wanted me too. Because oh, did I want him.

And I always got what I wanted.