Here Comes For...Ever? An R5 Fanfiction

Here Comes Forever

This is the last installment of Here Comes For... Ever. Thank you so incredibly much for supporting it and being so kind to me. I began this in not only a hard time for my usual writings, but a rough time for my personal life too. This story has changed a lot of my views on how to appeal to readers, and it has inspired me to write again. Somehow it's brought me closer to my friends, given me the best distraction, and been my escape. Thank you to all of those who recommended it, have stuck around, and especially those of you who have commented and voted loyally. This won't be the last time you see me on Wattpad, you will soon find the first chapter of my second story, Duet with a Darling (a Ross/R5 fic)! Also, find the SEQUEL to this story in my works entitled, Forget About You!

I sat quietly against the brick wall inside my New York penthouse. My head was spinning, but the serenity that came from the blazing electric fire next to me was enough to calm my nerves. Ignoring the large built-in vanity across the room, I was sitting on the cold wood floor, braiding my now mid-length hair in front of a mirror I set up in front of me. Quietly on the other side of the massive living room, Pass Me By was playing, and although I was alone, I was still mouthing the words. Once my hair was firmly together in a french braid, I stood and smoothed out my purple dress, then snapped on my gray R5 pick necklace.

An expected signature knock came at the door exactly as my looming clock struck eight.

"Come in." I called, searching for my favorite lipstick. The door closed behind heavy footsteps,

"Hello, darling!" Greeted my advisor and best friend in New York. I smiled slightly,

"Good morning, Jasper." I said, turning to face him. He grinned proudly, examining my outfit,

"Girl, you look fabulous. Are you excited?" Jasper asked, twirling me in my dress. I smiled nervously,

"Yes... I mean no... I'm just really, really nervous. What if he's not there? What if there's someone else?" I stressed, squeezing Jasper's hand. Jasper just smiled,

"Don't be silly, Harper. You're unforgettable, especially with all the craziness surrounding you. This time I counted, I saw your name nine times walking down here!" He said with a genuine look in his dark brown eyes.

"I know, but that's not me. I mean, what if he forgets what I'm like. I mean, it's been six whole months!" I exclaimed, having to stop myself from playing with my perfectly braided hair. Jasper rolled his eyes,

"Harper, I've spent that six months hearing about two things, this guy you're in love with, and that best friend you miss so much. I promise at least one of them is going to want to see you. Besides, you guys have talked like every night" He laughed, perfecting his gelled hairdo in my makeup mirror. I sighed,

"We haven't talked in over three weeks with his filming schedule. I've talked with his brother, but that's about it. Maybe it won't work out after such a long break in seeing each other... What do you think, Jasper?" I wondered, swinging my pale legs off the bar stool in the connected kitchen, snacking on an apple. Jasper smiled at me,

"Dear, I think you're insane to think that anyone stupid enough to forget a gal like you is worth being with." He said, with his southern twang shining through. I sighed,

"I guess I'm just convinced that there's someone else by now. I mean, he's a cute guy in Hollywood who hasn't even seen his 'girlfriend' in six months. That sounds like a recipe for some other girl to swoop in. I mean, I guess I'd kind of deserve it..." I faded off. Jasper huffed,

"I don't exactly know much about having a girlfriend," In case it was not assumed, Jasper is flamboyantly gay, "But with what you've said about this guy in all your little stories, it seems like he might actually love you. If he loved you, he would be a total idiot to find some other tramp to be with." I opened my mouth to speak, but Jasper cut in before I could, "Well he's a guy... So he's an idiot, but I'm sure he's not a total idiot." I let a laugh slip past my lips,