You Drive Me Crazy
Y/N and Harry both appear on Lip Sync Battle and Y/N drives Harry a little crazy, but in a good way.
“You look insane,” Janice, Y/N’s stylist laughed.
Y/N stepped back, looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Harry heard it from outside the dressing room and stopped. The laugh was one of those that made someone else want to laugh, it wasn’t the most beautiful to everyone, but to him it made him smile and his heart flutter slightly. He couldn’t help but stop walking in the hall and listen to it.
“Who else is here?” He asked Jeff, looking at the closed door.
“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s an actress,” he answered, “come on you’ll meet her later we need to get you dressed.”
Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled up into two pig tails, fake pink glasses sitting on her face. A very light pink waitress uniform hugged her body along with some white sneakers.
“Well this is what she wore in the music video!” Y/N giggled, turning with a smile on her face.
“She also wore a much better and hotter outfit,” Janice stated.
“Yeah but this one is funnier, sure to get me the win,” Y/N stated, “now lets go.”
The music had been started and Harry couldn’t take his off of her. Britney Spears filled the room, but she made it. She was funny and cute, and he could tell how happy she was.
“You drive me crazy,” she mouthed the words, pointing right at Harry causing the crowd to cheer.
She pranced over, dancing along with the other dancers. He couldn’t help but laugh at how care free she was. He had been nervous all night, he knew he was supposed to look stupid but he found it nerve racking, yet here she was doing it and having fun.
She grabs Harry by the tie gently pulling him up, he follows as the crowd cheers, she pulls him down to her level, her face inches away from his, “baby thinking of you keeps me up all night,” she sings softly along with the song just as it ends.
He leans closer but she turns, smiling at the crowd, “yes girl!” Chrissy yells out, “yes!”
“I let you win,” Harry says, wiping his forehead as he followed her down the hall.
She turns, a smile on her face and she has her back to the door, one hand behind her as it touches the doorknob, “didn’t peg you for a sore loser Mr. Styles,” she teased.
“You only won because you kept pulling me out on stage,” Harry says, “and that little outfit.”
“It is a bit ridiculous,” she says, her cheeks heating up and a pink shade appearing.
“You’re cute-I mean the outfit on you,” Harry rambled, “’s cute,” he concludes.
She giggled, looking down at her feet, “well thank you,” she says.
“Well since you won maybe we can go out and celebrate?” Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
She looks up, her eyes wide slightly, “you want to take me out?”
“Well you do believe I’m a sore loser and I need to change your opinion of me,” Harry says.
“Hmm,” she presses her lips in a line, pretending to think, “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know, some food, maybe some wine, we go back to my place,” he says, “and have a rematch where I win.”
“So this isn’t a date? It’s a rematch?” she jokes.
“Of course Y/N,” Harry plays along, “I need to win first it’s all part of my plan.”
“And what’s that plan?” she asked, a smile on her face.
“For you to date a winner,” Harry stated, “duh.”
“Okay,”” Y/N agrees, turning the handle and stepping back, “I’ll go out tonight. But you’ll still lose later.”
“I will not,” Harry shakes his head, “and if I do it’s because I let you win.”
She laughs again, causing Harry to smile, “whatever helps you sleep at night Styles.”