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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 3
"I cwame in like a wecking ball!" River sang out, her legs kicking as she was strapped into her car seat."I never hwit so hward in love!"
Harry, who was during his Range Rover, looked in the rear view mirror and started singing the next bit of the song to give his little girl a break."All I wanted was to break your walls...all you ever did was wreck me..yeah you wreck me"
Today was an exciting day.
Harry had decided to take river to a little pumpkin patch seeing as she had only ever been to one when she was only four months old and the boys thought it would be a fun idea, just for the photo ideas, and so now that River was practically a freshly turned three year old he had decided now was the right time to take her to one.
The weather today was a little bit cold, Harry was adorned in a ombre shirt made up of various grey shades, a red chequered shirt and a brown winter jacket, his blue skinny jeans and his classic chelsea boots.
River on the other hand was wearing a grey Parker coat, the zip done up, a pair of timberland boots and some black leggings, a white bobble hat laying on top of her head.
Putting his indicator on, and slowly manoeuvring the car into the main entrance of the pumpkin patch, River let her gaze fall out of the tinted windows, her green eyes watched as she saw people everywhere, families having fun, pumpkins littering on the grounds.
Harry put the car into park after having found a big enough parking spot for his car, he looked at his daughter in the mirror, watching as she kept her gaze on everything out of the window.
"Are you ready to get out, pickle?"he asked, drawing the attention back on to himself, her head snapping back to him.
River nodded her head."— yes daddy!"
Satisfied with her answer, Harry stepped out of the car and made his way round to the passenger side, his daughter eagerly waiting to be unclasped, just wanting to delve right into the pumpkin picking.
After unclasping her, he picked her up under her armpits, placing her on his hip as he pushed some brown curls away from her face."do you think y'would need your stroller? Or do you think you'd be able to walk?"
River tapped her finger against her chin, as if she was thinking before shaking her head."—I'm a bwig gwirl daddy!"
Harry pressed a kiss to her dimples cheek."that you are miss Styles, that you are"
Grabbing ahold of her hand, the two of them waddled along over to where the entrance to where the picking was, River overly excited, tugging on Harry's hand to try and get him to hurry up.
The muddy trek was a mess and that o it made Harry regret not wearing his black pair of hunter wellies, he knew that the pair of Chelsea boots he was wearing would most likely need to have a deep clean, or worse thrown away.
"Daddy, daddy look!"River exclaimed, letting go of her fathers hand as she made a small jog over to where she saw the perfect pumpkin.
Harry followed after her, his eyes landing on a pumpkin that appeared to be just the right size, not to big, certainly not to small, it was just the right size.
Perfect for a little three year old.
"We've only just arrived here, pickle, are you sure this is the one you want?"Harry asked, placing his hand on his daughters shoulder.
River nodded her head."this my pumpkin, daddy..."she paused to glance up at Harry."...now we find you a pumpkin!"
When Harry felt a weight in his hands and looked down to see the pumpkin River had picked in his hands, he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
And when he saw his daughter start running away from him eve placed the pumpkin in the little wheel barrow they hired and started a light jog to try and catch up to his feral three year old.
