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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
River had always been a happy and relaxed child for the first two years of her life that Harry had known her for.
She loved to spend time with her family, loved meeting new people at the park but if there was one thing that made her a very unhappy child was when she was teething.
Being twenty four months old, she was now getting her second set of molars in, and it had caused her the most amount of pain ever, and what didn't help was that they were not in the comfort of there one home whilst she went through this process, her, as well as Harry and her four loving uncles were touring the world, and we're currently on the tour bus driving to there next destination.
Los Angeles to Las Vegas.
Currently, Harry was stood in the bunk area of the tour bus, his sweet girl balanced on his hip as he tried to get her down for her usual afternoon nap, she had her teething toy in hand that had previously been in the freezer, and her bunny tucked under her arm.
He was swaying his hips in a circular motion as his eyes remained closed, his hand running up and down her diaper clad back seeing as she was currently running a fever from the teething.
"Dada!"River cried out the second she felt her father trying to lay her down onto there shared bunk. "Hurts!"
Harry nodded his head. "I know it hurts pickle, but you have to have a little nap for me, it will make you feel all better, I promise"
"No dada!"The toddler continued to cry out.
She was meant to be asleep twenty minutes ago, but due to her sobbing and the pain her mouth was currently in, she had refused to go to sleep, only wanting to be cuddled by her father, who was trying his best to make her feel better.
There was nothing worse than seeing the ones you loved in pain.
"I know, sweet girl, I know"he spoke in a hushed whisper, his hips continuing to sway.
"Why don't you cry and close your eyes, pickle and then when you wake up I can give you some more calpol"Harry cooed, looking down at the watch on his wrist to check when she was next due her next dose of the strawberry flavoured medicine.
"Dada! No!"and just like that she was back to crying into the crook of her fathers neck.
There was no way she was going to be having her afternoon nap, and Harry knew exactly what that meant.
Another sleepless night lie ahead.
That was six hours ago.
And currently the one direction boys were on stage in Las Vegas, singing there hearts out to all there fans.
Harry tried not to seem distracted to the people who adored them, he sang his solo parts just like he always did, but there was always a feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that his sweet girl was just as distressed as she was that same afternoon backstage.
Once the encore of 'What Makes You Beautiful' had finished and the final chords rang out, all of the boys quickly dispersed from backstage, passing off there coloured microphones to the backstage crew who placed them in a briefcase, and the five of them ran to the backstage area.
The second they made it into the room, Harry's green eyes searched around the room for his daughter.
Where was she.
"Lou, where's Riv? I left her in here!"Harry quizzed, turning towards the hair stylist who had a small smile on her lips at the look on his face.
"Harry, shhh"the women hushed, pointing her finger over to the corner of them room, and when Harry landed his eyes on the object, his eyes momentarily widened before he simply smiled softly, a soft breath falling from his parted lips.
Stood in the corner was one of One Direction's security guards who goes by the name of Lee, whose appearance resembled the figure of Mr Incredible, the muscles very prominent through the tight black shirt he was wearing, the only feature that made him not look like Mr Incredible was the dark brown hair that sat atop of his head.
But what threw a Harry off completely was the fact that in his arms, was his two year old daughter, who was fast asleep, her lightly red cheek laying on his shoulder, her mouth open and soft breaths fanning out, her arm placed on the security's chest.
Harry couldn't believe it.
After refusing to go to sleep earlier that afternoon, here she was, fast asleep in his arms, as Lee continued to rock her gently, his hips swaying.
"How long has she been asleep?"Harry asked, moving forward so he was standing in front of the two of them.
Lee smiled down at the little girl in his arms. "I'd probably say about fourth five minutes, I was too scared to put her down on the sofa in case she woke up"
Harry didn't know what to say, only muttering two words.
