Punk!America X Model!Reader: Professionals 4

You ran and ran until you reached the restaurant you must go. 'Al will get angry for sure!!!' you knew that man always had a bad mood when someone comes late. Yeah, you were his bestfriend but you were not an exception! You opened the door before the receptionist could, he was shocked of your arrival, he couldn't also asked if you arranged a reservation, you just ran to the table where Alfred was.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late...!"

"Oh? How's your day huh~? Forgetting about me?!!?!?!" Alfred started to argue with you.

"Like I said I'm sorry!" You sat on the chair with your hands folded, pouting like a spoiled child.

"Is that all you NEED to say?" Alfred said.

"W-What do you mean...?"

"Is 'Sorry' all you need to say?" he repeated.

You don't have a clue what was running on his mind. 'Argh! That poker face of his irritates me the most!'

"I-I'll do anything!"
... 'Eh...?'
You just dug your own grave.

"Anything?"

"... You heard me... don't you?" You looked away slowly.

"Then..."

Alfred pulled you outside of the restaurant without eating anything since he had eaten lots of hamburgers while you lost your appetite due to your tiredness, you didn't knew it'll be tiring. He threw you at his car and drove all the way to the hotel you two will be staying for 2 days.

"H-Hey! My room is on the other-!"

"I thought you'll do ANYTHIIIIING for me."

"Then what is this 'anything'?!"

"You'll be replacing the big Ameri-mochi you gave me, meaning, you'll be sleeping with me until our last day here in New York" He really love that stuff so much, he had it always when sleeping, that mochi was always laying beside him.

"Wow... That's a long reason..." 'My brain can't even contain it...'

"Come on, just give in" He whispered to your ear softly.

"No."

"Hey hey, you're breaking your promise."

"..."

"Good girl."

"I'm not a dog!!!"

"Shh... Our managers are just in the next room" He made such an  unpleasant face when he mentioned your managers. He probably hated them. The room was unbelievably large, the large window there, you could see the shining city down there. Yeah... you can see it... the Paparazzi might see it... you two... This time they might be with their binoculars now and that was EXACTLY your thought these times.

'This is bad! This is bad!'

"No it's not" Alfred answered.

"How the hell can you read my mind?!?!?!"

"I've known you for years."

Forget the conversation, mind the current situation. You were slowly walking backwards while Alfred kept walking forward. You reached the end of the road, He unfortunately cornered you by with the window. He locked the door to make sure you won't escape. He had done this a lot of times to you, why not obediently give up?

"Fine fine..."

"Let's sleep, we'll wake up early or how about a jogging tomorrow? You like morning joggings right?"

He went to the bed and slept ahead.

"A-Al...?"
No respose.

You went to the bed too and realized he was already deep asleep. You rolled him over and wiped his eyeliners.

"You'll look like a highschool student who didn't sleep for a hundred years!" you took your chance, to pinch his cheeks.

"Goodnight Mr. Fatso"