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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 20 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 2
"Are you ready to watch Daddy beat your uncles at Fifa?" Harry asked as he grabbed ahold of the controller and sitting on the sofa.
Zayn grabbed ahold of the almost three year old and plonked her down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her middle and holding the controller.
"Whose team are you on, Riv?"Niall asked as he started playing the buttons on his controller.
"Daddy's!"
Louis rolled his eyes. "— Of course, right lads are you ready to see this done the Tommo way?"
Harry sighed. "You going down Lou, watch your back"
The game started, the ninety minutes dissolving quite quickly and steady they were twenty minutes into the first half.
One one team were Louis, Zayn and Liam, they were playing as West Ham, and the other team, Harry and Niall were playing as Manchester United.
"Look Riv..."Niall spoke as he watched Harry's character take the ball, dribbling it forward. "Daddy could score"
The two year old leaned forward, watching with fond eyes as her dad neared the opponent's goal.
"Dada!"the girl cheered, clapping her hands together.
Without even realising what she was doing, a loud passing of gas was heard, the two year old completely oblivious to the noise that hat just emitted from her.
All of the boys went silent, Niall being the first to laugh at her actions, slapping his knee.
"Riv, you stinky girl"Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
The girl snapped her green eyes up to her dad's and started laughing as she raised what she had done, reaching forward to be held in her father's arms.
"Toots! I did a toot dada!"
"Yeah, you did, smelly girl, can daddy check your nappy?"Harry asked, standing the little girl on his lap, and pulling the white nappy she was wearing away from her back slightly, peering into it.
His eyes widened. "—Yep, we should probably go and change your nappy, pickle, c'mon"
He really did need to start potty training her, he just didn't know where to start.
