A Little Mixed Up || l.s.

Prologue - The New Broken Scene

"So, H, how was your day?"

Harry glanced away from where he was hanging his coat up on the coat rack and smiled at his husband.

"It was good." He stated, stepping towards the kitchen where the male stood, arms crossed and a small smile on his face. "I was working on that new show they're hosting from America. They want to bring the cast up here for their setting and want to work with me on it. England has more of the architecture and weathering they're looking for. You know, like how I visit the states often? Universal studios in Hollywood? Or that one time we went to Miami."

The man only hummed. Harry could tell something was off that very moment. Not only do they normally have a very detailed and exciting conversation about their days events, they always are able to sit down with a cuppa as they did that. Harry sees no kettle on the stove from where he stood.

He decided to ignore the fact. Maybe it was just a bad day for his husband. Everyone had those days, Harry won't be anything but supportive about it if that was the case. That's what couples do. They work with each other even when they're not at their best. Especially them, since they've known each other for ten years, two months and seven days and have been married for six years, five months, three weeks and a day. Harry's been counting. It's some of the most wonderful times in his life, he wants to make sure to document everything.

That doesn't mean he's overbearing, though. He isn't. He is, however, a director. It's kind of his job to keep track of the biggest things down to the smallest thing. It carries on into his home life and so far it's worked out for him rather well.

"So.." Harry trailed off as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his husband's lips, stepping around him to get into kitchen, seeing their kitten, Mr. Sprinkles (courtesy of Harry because his little white face had specks of black that looked like sprinkles and he was a gentleman so his surname would be Mr.), sitting down on the countertop, curled up in the bread box. He was very tiny since they just got him about two weeks ago which makes him about three weeks old. But, whenever he laid in the breadbox, that's when Harry knows that they need more bread. And when to move their chairs to disable his method of transportation from the ground to the counter.

So, Harry just grabbed the kitten and gently cooed at him, setting him on the floor. "Off you go." He said sweetly, the little animal meowing lightly and trudging from the kitchen slowly. Harry loves him. If it were up to him, he would have taken the whole litter home with him. But he wasn't allowed to.

That should have been the first warning sign for Harry. Yet, he never thought their relationship would be anything other than happy and healthy.

"The show has got some really cute babies. Its for one part, but they've got about three families who are willing to give their baby for the role." Harry started to speak again, grabbing the cup of sugar and the cup of cream, keeping those out to search for the kettle.

"They're all auditioning? The babies, I mean." His husband spoke. Harry just laughed.

"No, silly. They're all casted already." He stated and glanced back. Upon seeing further confusion in his lovers eyes, he laughed again. "You can't use just one baby for a series. Sometimes that baby won't cooperate and they can use another, identical, baby for the job. It speeds up the process for filming. A brilliant concept. More babies is more fun."

Once he finished speaking, there was this odd tension in the air. He continued to set the kettle up with water and set it to the stove for it to start boiling. When he turned around, he saw his husband's eyes settled in a glare. It made him freeze. What has he done wrong? Did he not want tea?