Harry and the Assistant

Chapter 4: The Library

I hopped out of the Uber the next morning and walked to the front gate of Harry's house, knocking on the gate. The security opening the door and letting me in. I was exhausted beyond measure, and could not wait to get on this flight and hopefully sleep.

"Morning miss, they dropped off these coffees you ordered." He said handing me the tray.

I took it, trying to balance out everything I was carrying, "Thank you. Can you look through them and find the latte, I got that for you."

He perked up and smiled softly, "Thank you miss."

"Welcome. Please call me Christy." I smiled as he looked and found his coffee.

"Well thank you Christy. I'm Leonard by the way."

"Well nice to meet you Leonard. Do you know if he's up?" I smiled.

"I saw movement earlier and I believe his car should be here soon."

"Perfect, well have a good day!" I said walking up to the house.

Once I was inside the house, I left all my stuff neatly by the door, grabbing just the coffee tray. I heard movement from the room to the left of me, so I made my way slowly in that direction. I peeked in and there was Harry, looking through a drawer. He his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked stressed out.

"Morning Harry." I said.

"Why didn't we pack my passport last night?" He said, his voice rough.

"I'm sorry?" I raised an eyebrow placing the tray on a small table near the couch.

"My passport Christy! It's not here, I need it to travel. We were supposed to pack it last night, it's not anywhere." He raised his voice slightly at me.

"Oh, I didn't know. Sorry, I must have missed that. I can help look, when did you use it last?"

"If I knew that I wouldn't looking for it. I don't remember." He snapped back.

I took a deep breath remembering it was early, he probably didn't get much sleep either and he was stressed. I turned on me heels and made my way upstairs to the room we were in yesterday. I looked around the room carefully, chewing on my lip. In the corner near the dresser there was a small bag that I remembered him using on the flight we met.

Of course! That's the last time he used it.

I quickly walked over and began looking through it. I heard him enter the room behind me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, stress still in his voice.

It didn't take long for me to find it at the bottom of the bag. I stood up and placed both on the bed.

"I'll be downstairs. I brought you coffee. We have to leave in thirty minutes." I took a deep breath and started walking past him. I was too tired to care that he had just snapped at me.

As I walked past him he grabbed my arm softly, stopping me. I looked up at him and he took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "It's fine. Get ready." I offered a small smile and made my way downstairs.

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We sat quietly in the car, making our way to the airport. I looked through my planner, not wanting to cause another outburst. I looked through my phone and made sure I had both our boarding passes.

"So, I definitely started leaning towards the prick area of the scale this morning." He said softly, still looking at his phone.

"Just a bit, but it's also five something in the morning. So, it's fine." I smiled at him.