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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
"River"
"Riv.."
"Wake up for me pickle"
Harry leant his hand forward and shook the small body of his four year old daughter, watching as her eyes screwed shut as painful sobs fell from her lips. "Open this pretty eyes for me"
Slowly but surely, her eye lids fluttered open, tears falling freely from her green orbs.
"There she is, my sweet pickle"Harry cooed, wiping at her under eyes.
"Da...Daddy"she tried to speak, only for her to end up in a fit of coughs.
"Shh, shh deep breaths for me pickle, let's try and take some deep breaths"Harry encouraged, scooping his sweet girl onto his lap, sitting her on his jogging bottom clad legs.
"How about we go for a walk about, hey? Will they make you feel better?"
He got a nod in return, making his way down into the kitchen, knowing that some warm milk would appeal to the girl right now, he flipped the lights on in the kitchen, illuminating it and the proceeded to try and place the small girl down on the counter.
Although she was having absolutely none of it.
She clung into his bare torso, wrapping her arms around his neck, little cries falling from her lips.
Getting ahold of the message his daughter was trying to get across to him, he held the little girl in one of his arms, reaching up with his other arm to grab ahold of one of the bottles in the back of the cupboard from when she was a toddler.
Harry the proceeded to fill the bottle up with some milk, heating it up in the microwave for thirty seconds, swaying the four year old in his arms as he used his other to screw the lid onto the bottle, a skill he had managed to master from when river was a baby.
He pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead. "— come on sweet girl, let's go and have some daddy river cuddles"
Once situated on the l shaped sofa, he cradled the small girl in his arms just like he used to do when she was little and outstretched the bottle of warm milk for her to reach, her tear full eyes locking onto his matching ones as she accepted it.
Her cries and hiccups soon quietened down slightly, his rocking doing the job.
