Romano x Reader : Centerfold!

When a girl cries, it's usually over something stupid, but when a boy cries, it means something is deadly wrong. It was two weeks after my breakup with ____. She tore it off when I said something I shouldn't have, me being an idiot as always. I was always doing stupid things, but after waking up this morning, 4 beautiful women draped over me after an exhilarating night, crying was the last thing I'd think to do. Here I was, the boy with everything, girls, money, glory yet I felt so alone.  
I threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt she gave me for a birthday gift. It had a ripe tomato shaped like a heart on it. She took the picture herself. It was so damn cute. She was so cute. I just wanted to tell her everything, admit to all the things I did wrong.  I was prepared to suck up my pride and spill open to her. I walked out leaving a little money for the girls to get a meal with and hurried to my sports car. I hoped in, ignited it, and burned rubber. If I was fast enough she would be gone and out of her apartment and I'd have to visit her at work.  I put the pedal to the medal, and broke most the speed limit.
I slowed and stopped, parallel parking in a spot across the street. Outside of an art studio, people were hooting and hollering. It was next to the apartment stairs, so I tried to catch a glimpse of what was the commotion starter.  I attempted to go to the front, but I was a little too small for these men. I saw I could step onto a staircase and catch a look at it. I climbed up to the place and fell down. I didn't try to get up, there was no use. There also was no use to go get ____ back. The men gawked at the picture of my girl looking a sexy as ever, the centerfold of a Sports Center magazine blown up for everyone to see.
After about 20 calls to her answering machine, swearing, crying, threatening, bartering with her, I gave up. It's not like I could do anything to stop her from being in that magazine. It was already sold to hundreds of people, men to do nasty things while looking at the picture. I bought that picture in the art shop, trying to hide it from the others. Thankfully she didn't make any more copies and I made her swear not to. I was going to punch the daylights out of any man with her picture. I needed a guy to help me out.  I needed someone who had gone through this. After searching through many phone books, I dug out a name that made me shutter. I punched the number in the phone and heard someone pick up.
"'Ello, Zis is Francis! 'Ow may I 'elp you?"
"Hi Francis, It's… Romano."
He squealed like a child, I swore he was jumping in his seat.
"Romano? I saw your Ex on Sports Illustrated. Looking very belle in that-"
"Just tell me how to get her back."
He sighed and whispered "She is a lady of strength and confidence. Show her how weak you are to her. Be calm and save your temper in front of her. "
"Alright… thank you."
"Oh by the way…" He laughed." You were so lucky to get a girl as sexy as that."
I hung up and grabbed my keys. I knew by now she would be home from work. Her art studio shut down at 4 and it was 4:38.  I flew back to her house and ran up her stairs. I banged down on her door, yelling at her.  "_____, open up, We need to talk." There was a silence that made me think she was ignoring me. I knelt down on the ground and felt tears trickle down my cheek. I blurred out the words I dreaded saying.
"______, I love you, more than anything. I may be a jerk, I may be stubborn, I may be a crybaby, but I love you. I need you, I need you to love me, hold me. Make me laugh, and make me cry. Please ___ open the door." Silence haunted the hall again. I grew angry, pounding with rage on the door. After too long, I gave up again. "Fine, be that way, but you know what?! I will still love you, no matter what! There I said it! Get over it! I will always love you!" I got up and ran down the hall. A door opened and ____ stood a wet paintbrush in her ear. Her glasses rested on her nose, a smile disappearing seeing me crying. The bags in her hands dropped to the ground, spilling out its contents. Her arms wrapped around me, enveloping me into her body, isolating me from moving. I just exploded in tears and felt my hold her even closer. She petted me and smiled to herself, whispering sweet words into my hair.
"Romano… is everything alright?"
"No, nothing's right. I am an idiot, thinking that I would have given you up. I shouldn't have done that, because I realize with all the things I had, I am as lonely as ever. I don't think about others, I don't express myself well, and I… I'm just so reckless without you! I need you!" I grasped her by the back of her head and pushed my head into hers, our lips barely touching. "Ti amo ____ ____" I titled my head and briskly nudged my lips into her, giving her a small kiss. She stood there staring at me, shocked and confused, but shut her eyes and blushed, enjoying being in my arms again.
"Ti amo… Romano…" She whispered between another kiss, much bigger than before. We pulled away and stood, panting like we just ran a mile. She smiled and stared at the ground. "I… I was stupid to do that. I'm sorry I put you through looking at me in that magazine. My friend said to do it because… well I was so upset. I didn't want to go." She began to pick up her things and put them into their canvas bags. I picked up a can labeled tomatoes. She stole it and laughed," I was going to make you something and apologize… I really… I want to be together again Romano. "She looked up with tears in her eyes. We just sort of sat crying next to each other. I was so happy, I needed her and she needed me. I tackled her to the ground, kissing her sweet face. She laughed, tears spilling down her face. That beautiful face I had to have, in order to get by. I kept kissing her over and over "Romano, please not out here! We're in the hallway!"
"I don't care," I answered "I have you. I don't need anything else." She smirked and kissed me again, locking her soft lips against mine. It was bliss, knowing that her body would be mine, and only mine from now on.




*btw this is one of my first so I am sorry if it is of poor quality*