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river anne styles was born july 2, 2011. and the second she was placed on her fathers bare chest for the first time, she instantly became his bestfriend.
his life long bestfriend.
growing up, she was the biggest influence on harry's career...
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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 19 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 2
When the usual smell of a dirty nappy filled the senses of Harry who was sat in a coffee shop with his sweet girl, he sighed, resting his coffee cup on the brown round table and looking over at his daughter who was sat in her stroller, completely oblivious to the rancid smell she had just produced.
He always knew when River had soiled her nappy, she would turn slightly red and would always shift uncomfortably in her seat, just like she was doing now.
"Pickle, can daddy check your nappy?"
River, who was sat in her stroller, watching Paw Patrol on her fathers phone, lifted her head up at the sound of her dad's voice and frowned.
Why did he need to check her nappy? She hadn't had an accident!
"Umm, no tank woo"she answered, flicking her gaze back down to the phone.
Harry pulled her stroller forward, leaning forward to take the phone out of her hands, placing it down on the table and starting to undo the clasps of her stroller. "Pickle, I just need to check your nappy, and then you can go back to watching Paw Patrol"
River shook her head. "No! Dada! Dada, Paw Patrol!"
Harry nodded. "And you can watch Paw Patrol, just let me check your nappy and see what the situation is"
He pulled her out of the stroller by her armpits and stood her on the floor in-front of him, pulling her leggings away from her body to peer inside of her nappy.
"Riv, I'm going to have to change your nappy, it'll be quick, daddy promises"
