Harry and Louis are growing up as brothers since Harry was five when Louis' parents adopt him. They always had a special bond and when there is one thing Louis cares for, then it is his younger brother. He always tries to keep him from bad influences, the mean kids at school and the cruel world. One thing he can't keep him from is puberty, being curious about his own body and exploring his sexuality. And Louis tried, he tried so hard to keep him from all of this, but he realises soon enough that there's no way out of it. Without knowing what he actually causes with that, he helps him wherever he can- just as always. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong. What if it gets harder and harder for him to keep his desire and deep feelings- that go far beyond brotherly love- hidden under the surface until he gets to a point where he can't fight against it anymore?

When Louis agrees to babysit for a guarded CEO with too much silence in his home, too little light in his eyes and a daughter who spoke in stars, he didn't expect to change anything -until he does. Harry never really meant to feel anything. But somehow, Louis saw more than he let on. Some stories aren't spoken aloud. They're written between the lines. But what happens when the quiet becomes impossible to ignore? And what if the real story was never in the words... but in everything they didn't say?