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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
"Okay, whose ready to watch the grinch?"Robin asked as he walked into the front room of his and Anne's house with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.
Everyone had decided to come to Anne and Robin's for Chris this year, and by everyone it consisted of Gemma, Harry and River.
Everyone was cuddled up on the sofa, River situated on her father's lap whilst Gemma was sat next to him, a blanket draped over all three of there bodies and Anne and Robin were going to be sat on the adjacent sofa.
"And we have one warm milk for miss river"Robin put on a fake posh voice as he handed the baby bottle to his two year old granddaughter, whose eyes lit up when she saw the white liquid.
Her fingers that had chip light pink nail varnish on them, reaching out for the baby bottle.
"What do you say to papa Robin, pickle?"Harry asked as he glanced down at his daughter.
"Tank woo!"
"Your very welcome munchkin"Robin complimented as he made his way to sit over by his wife who had the tv remote in her hand and setting up the dvd player.
Tonight, the family had decided to watch the grinch, and it was the first time the littlest styles would have watched it.
Harry made sure the blankets were covering his sweet girl as the movies opening credits began to take over the screen.
The movie started off good.
It introduced the grinch himself, making the two year old smile around the nipple of her bottle, Gemma quickly snapping a photo of the father daughter duo cuddled up on the sofa that she would most likely set as her screensaver.
"Doggy!"River cheered when the grinch's god Max appeared on the screen, letting out a string of giggles along with her word.
"Yeah, that is a doggy, well done, Riv"Gemma tan a hand through her nieces hair, emitting an approving hun to escape the girls lips.
The movie progressed on.
One moment it was all going well.
The next...well the next went slightly down hill.
It was the scene where some civilians of whoeville were on top of the snowy mountain top, right where the grinche's house was located, one of the friend encouraging the other to knock on the door.
Just as the group of delinquents raised there hands to knock on the door, it had already flung open, and some strange green monster thing jumped out on them, making them cower in fear and roll down the snow.
It wasn't scary for the adults in the room.
But for sweet river, she dropped her milk bottle on her lap and flinched, her cheeks becoming red.
Harry noticed and quickly cuddled the girl closer to his body."—Hey, hey pickle, it's okay, it's not real it was just a movie"
"Scwary, dada!"the girl cried into her father's neck, trying to get the image of the green monster out of her mind.
Harry rubbed his hand up and down the girls back, in a way to try and comfort her, but it just seemed to cause more of a distress.
Anne had paused the film when she had first heard her granddaughter's cries and frowned.
Maybe the grinch wasn't a good choice to watch when there was a two year old in the room.
Harry knew his daughter like the back of his hand.
He knew that she was bound to get scared and would maybe cry for about a minute, but she had been crying for about five now and he knew what these cries meant.
She was tired.
Due to them being in a different house, she had been waking up very early every morning and climbing into the bed with Harry.
Harry sighed."—I think she's tired, I'm gonna take her upstairs and try and get her settled"
Anne smiled up at her son as she watched him stand up with a now scared two year old cling to his hip."—Okay, sweet boy"
