Fine Line / H.S [COMPLETE]

She

Lives for the memory.

Note: this is pre-breakup. Also the next chapters will be pre-breakup, well except for the Fine Line chapter and the epilogues, but you'll see what happens then.

March 15th 2018

"So this is the fifth draft we've created for you, sir," Elizabeth told one of her clients. Her day had been shit so far and she couldn't wait to go home and take a nice and relaxing bath with delicious smelling bubbles. "What is your opinion on this one?"

Her client was some snobby, rich kid that was trying to get his brand out in the open. "Don't know," He shrugged slightly, looking between the five drafts Elizabeth's team had made already. Elizabeth hated this, she hated this unprofessional behaviour. The young guy walked in this building, flaunting around with a big smirk in designer clothing, acting like it was his building but he actually wasn't a big shot. He's just an arrogant momma's boy.

"Do you have other advertisements?" He asked and Elizabeth had to hold herself back from sighing loudly or even ripping this guys balls out. "Mr Groff, these are the five drafts that we've created in the short notice. You gave us the instructions and we tried our best to stick to them. If you don't like these ads, we could reschedule this meeting and my team and I can prepare other ads. Although I'm not quite sure what you really expect," She bluntly said, picking on her freshly manicured nails. She already hates this kid just because he is ruining her nails.

"I thought about video ads as well that we could feature on social media," Mr Groff suggested and Elizabeth had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes this time. "Of course, that was in the contract but we decided on getting these done first before we start on video ads." She explained, for what felt like the thousandth time. Her stomach grumbled and she looked down at her watch, noticing how her meeting should've ended 20 minutes ago. "Okay, so why am I here?" Mr Groff rudely commented, he had a daring glare on his face as he looked Elizabeth in the eyes. He was testing her limits, she was sure of that and she hated him even more.

"Today, you were here because we made 5 drafts but you didn't seem to like them that much. Maybe we could reschedule this meeting and I can make sure to get some new ad drafts by the end of next week. Well, that is," Elizabeth paused, trying her best to keep her cool. "If you would give us some more intel on what you don't like about these ads than we can change them or make new ads."

Mr Groff leaned back in his chair and looked at the five drafts in front of him. It wasn't that he didn't like these ads, he just wanted to mess with Elizabeth and the company. It was childish and a complete waste of time but Elizabeth's boss wouldn't be thrilled to lose a client like Mr Groff, well Mr Groff's parents actually. "First of all, the models look terrible, I asked for tan skin and beach blonde hair. Also, I'm not convinced about the colours."

The colours? Elizabeth thought to herself, not even giving a reaction but writing everything down instead. He was very specific about the colours and they used the exact colours he requested but still, he was just being a pain in the arse.

Mr Groff was mid-rant when there was a knock on the door and before she could tell the person on the other door anything, the door opened. "Hey, so I know you said you wouldn't be able to go out for lunch today but I was bored. I decided to check up on you and bring you lunch because I'm a good bo-" Harry's rambling stopped as he looked up from the paper bags he was holding in his hand. "Oh shit," He mumbled to himself as he looked between a rather frustrated Elizabeth and a smirking guy. "I'll, uhm, sorry. I'll go and talk to, uhm, someone." And then he as out the door, he left the bags in there and Elizabeth felt even more hungry.

"I'm sorry about that," Elizabeth apologized, her cheeks were flushed as she looked down at her planner.

"Harry Styles, eh?" Mr Groff asked her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you guys a thing?"