"How many times do I need to tell you that you are not allowed to have girlfriend?!" The company president yelled at me. Thanks to that bloody website, he found it out.
"Like I said, she's not my girlfriend!"
"Not your girlfriend?! So what that news article means?! It's clear that you two are holding hands!"
"What's up with holding hands?!"
"One more, you two went to Florida right?! I heard you both stayed at your hotel?"
"We didn't do anything!"
(Back to your POV)
The other band members couldn't do anything, the company president is a stubborn man, even you're stating the truth, he won't believe you. They watched Alfred get lectured, Ivan wanted to twist the company president's head.
"Starting now, you're not allowed to see her until we finish the world tour got that?!"
"World Tour?! what the hell?! No one informed me about that!"
"Because you're in Florida, young man"
World Tour can take 2 months or so, Alfred can't able to take it, for him, it is too hard to work without seeing you. After that, He contacted you about it.
"I see..." there was a hint of sadness in your voice. "Goodluck..."
"Thanks... Don't worry! I'll call you!"
"Yeah..." you were the one who hung up first.
'Calling me is meaningless... I only don't want to hear his voice... I want to see him too...'
The World Tour had started, their first
stop was New York City, next is Paris.
The band were staying at a hotel, resting for a while. The other band member noticed that Alfred didn't talk to anyone ever since their first stop, because the bloody company president even prohibited him from talking to you on the phone!!! But still, he was talking to you secretly.
'This is why I don't like having a contract with a company' Alfred sighed.
"Al, are you okay?" Francis asked.
"Not really" he squinted and looked outside of the window.
"Let me guess, thinking of __~?"
"What if I?"
"I'm so envy of you, Talking to the useless company president like that"
"H-Hey! Are you angry because he didn't let you call __?"
"Of course I am! Want me to show you how angry am I?!"
"Looks interesting! Go ahead!"
"Throw that vase there" Alfred pointed it, Francis threw it on the air and Alfred punched it hard, causing it to break into pieces. He left the room after that with a pissed face.
"Woah? He's really that angry?"
"That guy likes that young DJ right?" Yao said.
"Isn't it obvious?" Arthur said.
"You know Angleterre, I think you should cut our contract with that company if you don't want to see your little brother like that" Francis suggested.
"Don't worry, I'll do it. Let us just finish this bloody world tour"
Alfred went to the rooftop to cool his head and dialed your phone number.
"It's me, Alfred"
"Yeah, how are you?"
"Just fine, a little bit stressed"
"You should take a rest you know? You'll get a fever or something"
"I'm almost done sorting out some papers here"
"Yeah, the letters for me and love letters for my entertainment got mixed up so... I have to separate it!"
"What's the time there?"
"You just got home from work?"
"Yep, I really want to sleep..."
"Works come first right?"
"Don't bring my words back can you?"
"Haha. Don't you miss me?"
"O-O-Of course I miss you!"
"I'll come home soon"
"I-If that day comes... C-Can we go out sometimes...?" you asked shyly.