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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 21 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 4
"Daddy!"The door to Harry's master bedroom flung open and in ran his four year old."—Daddy! Look!"
Harry let out a small squeal, trying to cover himself up due to the fact he had just gotten out of the shower and was starting to get changed into some joggers.
He was still drying himself when his bedroom door flung open and in ran his daughter who was in her Minnie Mouse pyjamas, her brown curls swinging unruly behind her.
River had a bar is doll in her hand, but the second she entered her father's room, her mouth closed up and she focused on something totally different.
Harry placed his towel over his 'area' and smiled at his little girl."—Hey, pickle, what did you want me to look at?"
She didn't answer.
Instead she tilted her head to the side and frowned.
She had been naked with her dad before, they had shared baths in the last but she had never paid much attention to that thing.
"Daddy?What's that?"
Harry tightened the towel around his body as his long, wet shower hair hung down."What's what sweet girl?"
River walked forward and tried to tug on the white towel hanging just below his fern tattoos, her lips formed in a pout."—The thing that was hangin' down"
And just like that, Harry's heart started beating erratically against his chest.
How was he supposed to answer that?
River continued to ask questions."Why don't I have one of the swinging things?"
Due to the fact it had always been river and Harry for the past two years, she had grown exceptionally close to the older man, in fact sometimes her separation anxiety got the better of her and she had full on melt downs when he would have to go to the studio and leave her with her nana Anne.
"I want one of them! Daddy!"River started to cry out, her hands reaching up towards her father as she demanded to be picked up.
Harry tucked the towel in and picked up his four year old, placing her on his hip, brushing some of the tears that had fallen from her eyes.
He went over and sat on his bed, hugging the girl closer to him as she leant her head against his bare, tattooed chest.
"Pickle, can you look at me?"Harry asked his sweet girl.
River picked her head up and locked her green eyes onto the matching ones of her father, soft breaths falling from her lips as well as the occasional sniffle.
"Just because me and you don't look alike, doesn't mean that any of us are different..."Harry began to explain, his daughter watching him with a keen interest."...the thing you said was swinging down makes daddy a boy, and a girl has something similar to that but it's only for girls"
Harry wiped under her eyes as her little sniffles continued on."—Pickle, we all have hearts, we all have bones, we're all the same on the inside but we might not look the same on the outside. Does that make sense?"
River sheepishly nodded as she fiddled with the towel hanging around her best friends hips.
Harry nudged his nose against River's."—How does a hot coco sound? Will it cheer you up?"
