*Your POV*

You were finishing up work and trying to close on time, it was your best friends birthday today. She was a huge Prince fan so you got her tickets to go see him play tonight at the arena in the city with his band, The New Power Generation. She has no idea just yet, but she will soon and she will lose it. You were not really a fan of Prince though but you got a ticket to go with her, like how rude would it be to just throw a ticket at your best friend and make her go by herself plus the concert is tonight so she won't be able to find anyone in time.

You don't really know why you aren't a fan of Prince, he was too out there for your liking. Sure the man was nice looking but that's all you could really say about him, you don't even listen to his music. You grab your bag and keys, once you're out of your building you get into your car and start driving to your best friends house. You arrive and knock on the door, waiting for her to answer. She opens the door with a smile.

"Hey, Y/N!" She says and hugs you.

"Hey, Billie! Happy Birthday!" You smile.

"Thank you." She smiles and lets you in.

You walk in and turn around to her, she furrows her brows.

"What? Is there something on my face?" She asks frantically touching her face.

"No. I have a present for you." You say while laughing.

"Y/N. You already got me flowers and the most gorgeous charm bracelet. What more could you possibly have?" She asks.

"Well then I guess I'll give these Prince & The New Power Generation concert tickets to someone else then." You sigh.

Your best friend's jaw drops then she screams while running towards you, grabbing the tickets from you. She looks at them then squeals, you laugh while covering your ears. Wow this girl has a set of lungs on her.

"Oh my god!! His Diamonds & Pearls concert! For tonight too! Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you!" She cries out, jumping onto you and hugging you.

"You're welcome. You better get ready if you want to make it on time." You laugh.

She jumps down and looks you up and down.

"You're seriously not going like that are you?" She asks.

You raise an eyebrow and look down at yourself. You were still wearing your dark blue blouse and black pencil skirt from work today.

"I came from work to be here on time. I don't really care anyway, you're the one who's a fan, not me." You say.

"So? You can borrow one of my dresses." She says, taking your hand and pulling you with her to her bedroom.

After rummaging around and trying to find one you're comfortable with and one she thinks is good on you, you both decide on one and get ready. You look at yourself in the mirror.

"You do know we're going to a concert not a fashion show?" You ask Billie sarcastically.

You looked at her outfit.

"I know. Can't hurt to look hot though right?" She asks.

You roll your eyes playfully. You both leave for the concert, you both are right up the front. You've never seen your best friend so happy. You'd rather be at home relaxing after a long day at work but being with your friend on her birthday and seeing her smile was all that matters to you at the moment. The lights dim and then...HE appears. You know how you can tell? Because Billie's blown your right ear drum out.

He starts performing and you tap your foot to the music, music isn't as bad as you thought. Billie's having the time of her life that's all that matters and all you're thinking about. You keep seeing Prince look down at you though every now and then which is off putting. You furrow your brows and shrug your shoulders, he must be looking at Billie. Everytime you don't acknowledge the fact he pays attention to you he seems to look somewhat...annoyed?

You build up the courage to glare at him, what's his deal? Especially changing outfits nearly every two songs? Can't the dude stay in one outfit? You roll your eyes and look at your watch. It's only been twenty minutes...you've still got another hour and a half left of this. You look back up and surprise surprise...he's left to go change again. For a song called Cream? Who names a song after food? What's this guy on?

Billie looks over at you and can sense your uneasiness.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah. My feet just hurt a little that's all, it's been a really long day but I wanted to be here for you on your birthday." You look at her and smile.

"I know it's been a long day, and I really do appreciate you being here with me tonight and getting me these tickets. You're the most amazing friend ever!" She smiles and hugs you.

He comes back out and starts performing, everything seems to be dirty with this guy.

And clearly...clearly he's thoroughly loving it.

An hour later the concert finally comes to an end, you and Billie were leaving for the exit when these two big guys stopped you both.

"Prince would like to meet you both." One of them says.

Billie gasps and grips your hand. You just have a tired and blank expression.

The bodyguards lead you both backstage, the both of you stand in a room with the band. You all exchange greetings and introduce yourselves. Prince enters the room, he smiles at you and Billie. He walks up to Billie and takes her hand.

"Hello, I'm Prince." He says.

"I know." She giggles, "I'm Billie."

He chuckles and kisses her hand. He looks at one of his band members, then back at Billie.

"I hope you enjoyed the show. I heard it's your birthday. Happy Birthday gorgeous." He says.

Billie looks like she's about pass out from excitement.

"Are you okay? Here, sit down with my crew." He says, leading her to a chair next to one of his dancers.

"You just sit there and have some water, you were partying pretty hard out there. That's what I like to see, my people will look after you until me and your friend get back." He says.

You look at him. Say what now?

Billie nods and sips on her water.

Prince turns and looks at you, he walks up to you and smirks. He takes your hand and leads out the room, taking you to another room, where it's just you and him.

You snatch your hand back.

"Why did you bring me here?" You ask.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says.

"We could have talked back there." You say, crossing your arms.

He chuckles and sits in a chair.

"You've got quite the attitude don't you?" He asks.

"And you've got quite the confidence don't you?" You ask.

"You're clearly not a fan I take it." He says.

"Nope. I came for Billie, she's a massive fan of yours. Don't know why but I accept it, I bought her tickets to your show for her birthday because I'm a great friend." You say.

Prince smirks.

"Why'd you get yourself one though?" He asks.

"So she wouldn't go by herself. What kind of friend would I be if I went 'Hey here's a ticket to the concert you've been dying to go to. Have fun by yourself.'?" You say, raising an eyebrow.

"True. But she could have gone with someone else who was a fan or maybe a boyfriend." He says.

"She didn't know I got her tickets, it was a surprise." You defend.

"So if you had the choice then...you wouldn't have come here tonight?" He questions.

"Nope. I would rather be at home watching Tv and sleeping." You say.

Prince looked at you in an unamused manner.

"Wow you really don't like me, do you?" He asks.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" You ask sarcastically.

Prince rolls his eyes, he sighs then looks back up at you.

"I don't know what's got your panties in a bunch hun, but maybe you should loosen up once in awhile and have fun. Billie sure did. She partied that hard she almost passed out when I spoke to her, and when I'm talking to you, you're making me out to be some asshole." He says.

You just stand there and look at him, he gets up and walks up to you. You step back, he keeps walking closer to you until your back hits the wall.

"I saw you tapping your foot to the music too. I don't know what's happened to you that's made you so repulsed by me but...I'm willing to help you move past that." He says in a low tone, pushing some hair behind your ear.

You move away from him, you open the door and walk back to the others. Billie's there smiling and chatting to the band members.

"Billie. It's time to go." You say.

Billie says goodbye to the band members and gets up to walk over to you. As you two were about to leave, Prince blocks the doorway.

"You two gorgeous girls can't leave without these." He says handing you both envelopes.

"What are these?" You ask.

"I'm glad you asked. These are invites for you both to a private party at my property tomorrow night. Promise me you'll both come." He says.

You roll your eyes, you really don't wanna go. And you were about to say no as well before Billie spoke up.

"We'll be there!" She cheers.

Prince smiles.

"Great! I can't wait! See you both tomorrow night. I never caught your name either." He kissed you both on the cheek before letting you both out.

"Yeah, I know." You say sarcastically.

You and Billie went back to Billie's apartment, once you both got home you kicked off your heels and sighed in relief.

"Thank god." You sigh.

"So tell me." Billie asks.

"Tell you what?" You ask.

"What did you and Prince talk about when you two left the room? You were both gone for awhile." She asks.

"Oh nothing. Just getting to know each other." You say.

"I told you he's not all that bad." She says.

"I still don't like him." You say.

"Why? You don't even know him well enough to say that, Y/N." She sighs.

"I know these type of men, Bill...not that great to be around." You say.

"Maybe try getting to know him properly and politely before you go and judge him." She says under her breath.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed, I have meetings with clients tomorrow. Goodnight." You say.

"Goodnight." She says.

You go up to the spare room, you change into shorts and a singlet. You look at the envelope Prince gave you, you open it and read the invitation.

To Mysterious Cranky Girl,

I hope you do come to tomorrow night's party, we got off on the wrong foot tonight. I want tomorrow to be a fresh start, I want to be able to give you a good first impression and not what you think when you first heard about me. I want a chance to get to know you properly, besides the sarcasm and snarky attitude you seem like a cool girl to be around. I can't wait to see you tomorrow night, if you don't show I'll make sure you know how disappointed I feel.

Love, Prince.

At the bottom was a picture.

You furrow your brows...what's the picture for? And what did he mean by he'll make sure you'll know how disappointed he feels? You shrug it off and close your eyes.