Imagines H.G.

Already Gone

Requested by: fangirlAshlele

Ashley's pov

"I don't want you going",Hayes says sternly.

"Hayes we do this every time and I always end up going. I can take care if myself",I argue back.

"No you can't. I always have to come get your ass. Why is this so important to you?",he almost yells.

"Because this job needs to be done. I'm getting payed for this",I yell back.

"Why dont you get a normal job like me?",he questions.

"I've told you before, I have a record and no one will take me. I need to do this job",I say putting my head down.

"It's to dangerous",Hayes says.

"I've had worse",I reply.

"Fine just fucking go. I don't give a shit anymore",he says then stomps off.

I sigh and walk out of the house and to Dylan's. Tonight I'm supposed to be spray painting an airplane at the airport. It's my job, even though it's vandalising. What Hayes doesn't understand is that this is my only source of money. I can't get another job, but he also doesn't know that I like this job.

The adrenaline that comes with it. The risk taking. Being the badass. I love it all. It's just gives me such a rush.

I pull into Dylan's house and walk in, inviting myself. I see him sitting at the kitchen table with cans of spray paint, clothes, tools, and a map.

"Hey dickweed",I greet him.

"Hey babes",he says back. He jokes because hes gay and I don't have to worry about anything with hayes.

"So whos coming with us?",I ask, inspecting the colors of spray paint.

"Jerome, Dyomi(bea's name😍), and Nick",he say counting on his fingers. We try to travel in small groups.

"Okay. Are we going when they get here?",I ask, seeing it's already 3am.

"Yeah, were meeting here then heading out", he explains.

I nod and sit on a bar stool, waiting for the rest of us to come.

"Pick your poison", dylan says, gesturing to the contents on the table.

I reach for gray, black, white, and light blue, colors of spray paint, a Swiss army knife to pick the locks and a skeleton neckerchief. I'm already wearing a snapback and I brought some goggles, so i have all the protection I need.

I finish picking my stuff out as soon as the everybody walks in the door.

"Aayyyyeee, what's up amigos",nick yells, walking in.

"Hey", me and dylan say back to everyone.

"Alright everybody pick your shit. I want to leave as soon as possible",I say.

They all agree and pick there stuff. We all get in our black suv, we share for business and head to the airport. We get close and park behind the airport.

"Alright no goofing around, we get this done and get out",I say putting my mask on. I pull my snapback over top of it and put my goggles on. Safety first😑.

I grab my adidas bag and shove all of my spray paint in it.

"Y'all ready?",I ask. The all mumble yes and I open the door. We make it to the gate that surrounds the airplanes and I pull out my Swiss army knife. I take out the screw driver and the pick and pick the lock. I quietly swing open the gate and we all rush inside.

They all go to there assigned planes and I go to mine. I got the private jet. I take out my spray paint and shake it, thinking of what I'm going to do.

I close my eyes and let my imagination take over as I press the nozzle of the can. I open my eyes and focus on the curves of my art work. I let my thoughts take over as I keep going. By the time I'm done I stand back and observe what I've done.

I see a gray and white wolf looking back at me with eyes as blue as Hayes'. I hear an alarm and pack up, bolting to the car. I get there and see everyone else already in the car.

"What the hell happened?",I say as we drive off.

"Dumb ass over here tripped the security", Jerome says gesturing to Dyomi.

"S-sorry guys",he says. He's always been a little quiet and insecure.

"It's okay you're new",I reasures him.

They drop me off at home and I walk in the door, taking off my goggles and mask. I see hayes on the couch, he just looks at me and scoffs. He stands up and walks upstairs, I sigh and follow him.

"What's wrong?",I say walking into our room, seeing him laying on our bed.

"The fact that you didn't call to check in. You couldve been hurt but I wouldn't have known that because you didn't call me",he say, getting fired up.

"Hayes I can't tell you that stuff. I'm sorry I didn't call you on the way home, but I'm always safe",I say changing into my PJs.

"No your not, and it's my job to know if you are or not. I don't think this relationship is working out. ",he argues back.

"Hayes can we not do this tonight",I say laying on the bed.

"Fine, but it's going to be talked about soon",he says then turns his back to me.

I sigh and lay down, scooting away from him. I lay there thinking about our relationship. He's right, it's not working out. And it's all my fault. I'm the problem.

The depressing thoughts run through my mind as I lay there, thinking about the future for us.

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I'm going to make a part two. I'm starting to make a lot of part twos because I'm running out of ideas, but I will finish them. And sorry I haven't updated in a while I've had some boy trouble.

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