Imagine Prince

Prince Gets Mad (1999 Era)

You were pacing around the house wondering where your boyfriend was. He didn't say he was going to the studio but when you awoke in the morning he wasn't next to you in the bed. You were worried sick because he wasn't answering your calls.

Finally you decided to call your best friend, Aaliyah for some advice. Quickly you dialed her number in your phone and waited for the tone.

On the third ring she answered, "Hello? Y/N?"

"Yes, Aaliyah. Listen, I need your help," you said in a rushed and uneasy tone of voice.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"No! I don't know where Prince is and he won't answer his phone!" By this time you were yelling through your tears because of how panicked you were.

"Calm down, Y/N. It will be okay. Did he say he was going to the studio?"

"No, he never told me that."

"Well just give it until the afternoon. If he still isn't answering by the afternoon, then give me another call and we'll figure this out."

You sighed. "Okay, thank you, Aaliyah. Bye."

"Bye, Y/N." Aaliyah hung up the phone.

You were still worried sick even with the advice Aaliyah had given you.

It was only right to try Prince one more time you decided. It was 11:30 in the morning.

On the fifth ring Prince actually answered his phone much to your relief. He didn't sound very happy though.

"Y/N, what do you want? This is the twentieth time you have called me today," Prince fumed.

"Excuse me? I have been worried sick about you. Where are you?"

"I'm at the studio! That's where! Why does it even matter to you?" your boyfriend yelled at you through the phone.

"Don't yell at me, Prince. It matters because you're my boyfriend and I love you. You usually tell me when you're going to be recording and this time you didn-," Prince cut you off.

"I don't have to tell you anything, Y/N. You're not in charge of me. I have to go now, you're interrupting my recording time. I'll see you later. Goodbye." Prince stopped yelling at you but his tone stayed firm. This was unlike him.

You hung up the phone and hunched over, crying. The way Prince had just spoken to you had upset you greatly. You cried for about half an hour before you had enough. The only way you could console yourself was to destroy some of your boyfriend's belongings. Just like that, your sadness turned to rage.

You grabbed some scissors and went into his closet. The first outfit you cut up was his favorite purple, lace shirt and pants. There were many others that followed.

You destroyed half of his wardrobe as you began to sob all over again. You could not believe the way he had just treated you. When you decided you had gotten your revenge, you walked out into the living room and slumped on the couch with your arms folded. This is the position you'd be in for the next three hours until Prince came home from the studio.

Three hours later, you heard a car pull up to the driveway and a key turning in the lock of the front door shortly after. You knew it was your boyfriend.

He walked into the living room and looked at you. "Hey," he greeted you very nonchalantly.

You stared straight ahead without making eye contact before you just couldn't contain your anger any longer.

"'Hey'? Really, Prince?! That's all you have to say?! I can't believe you!"

"What's wrong, baby? Calm down." Prince sat down next to you on the couch and tried to hug you, but you pushed him away.

"Don't play dumb, Prince. You know what's wrong. After the way you spoke to me on the phone you expect me to just move on and pretend like nothing happened? I was worried sick about you."

Prince's facial expression changed and you could see in his eyes that he felt bad for what he had done.

"Look, Y/N, I'm really sorry. I mean it. I'm in a bad mood today, that's why I spoke the way I did to you on the phone. I shouldn't have taken it out on you though. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was recording today. I promise it won't happen again. You're my girl and I love you," He spoke softly and sweetly and he seemed really sincere.

Your anger dissipated and you looked into Prince's soft, brown eyes. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your cheek.

Then you spoke, "I understand. I forgive you, Prince."

Then you remembered that you had destroyed his wardrobe. An expression that made you look like a deer caught in the headlights quickly came over your face.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Prince asked you.

You let out a nervous giggle. "Well... um, I was really mad at you after our phone conversation and I kind of cut up a bunch of your favorite outfits with a pair of scissors. I'm sorry." You looked down at your feet.

Contrary to what you thought, Prince did not seem upset. "Don't worry about it, babygirl. I've got it covered. I can always get those outfits remade."

"Do you forgive me?" you asked him.

"Of course I do, baby. I deserved it anyway. The way I treated you today is not the way I treat my girl. You're like a queen to me."

You blushed at his remark before cracking a really cheesy joke. "Well you're like a Prince to me."

Prince just laughed and gave you a big kiss before the two of you spent the rest of the day laughing and cuddling.

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