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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
It was barely scraping seven in the morning.
Harry was asleep in his bed, laying on his front like he usually did, his long hair tied up in a loose man bun and his arm hanging off the side, the duvet laying at his hips, his bare torso on show.
The morning sun was shining through the curtains in the room, and as they were, his bedroom door opened up, a little four year old girl toddling into his room, her stuffed bunny hooked under her arm, her brown curls a mess on top of her head.
"Daddy..."the little girl whispered, once she was stood next to her father's side of the bed, not that her mother was lying on the other side or anything.
When she got no answer, she nudged her nose against his, something she did when she was little, a sign of affection and right now all she wanted was his affection.
Harry, at the feeling if something tickling his nose, fluttered his green eyes open, squinting them a tiny bit until they landed on the figure of his little girl, who had tears lining her water line, her face a tiny bit paler than normal.
His little River.
He rubbed at his eye with the back of his hand as he sat up in the bed to get a better view."—hey pickle, your up early"
And that was true.
Usually on weekends, River usually woke up about eight, sometimes half eight and that was the earliest she would awake.
"My tummy hurts"River whined, crossing one arm across her stomach as she stared at her father.
Harry frowned, not liking it once but when his little pickle was sick, even the slightest cough sent him into over drive.
"Do you feel like your going to be sick?"he asked, pushing the white duvet away from his body and throwing his legs over the side of the bed as he crouched down infront of his little girl, only wearing his boxers, not that she cared much.
Harry and River often walked round the house in the early mornings with nothing but there underwear on, when she was a mere two years old, she used to only want to walk round in her diaper.
God forbid if anyone tried to get her dressed.
She nodded her head, her cheeks going pale as she tried to swallow the bile that was currently rising in there trachea.
"Daddy...."she managed to whisp out, and Harry knew right away what to do.
He managed to pick his four year old up in his arms and quickly jog her into his en-suite and hang her over the bowl, just in time for her to empty the contents of her stomach.
Through her throwing up, Harry rubbed up and down her back, her sobs filling up the room.
"It's okay, let it all out, pickle"he encouraged, using his free hand that was rubbing up and down her back to pull her brown hair away from her face.
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Harry had quickly run a bath for River, filling it up with a lot bubbles, as per her request and helped her relax in there for about 15 minutes before helping her get out.
He was currently crouched down in front of her, using the towel to dry off her petit body, as River stared down at her feet, trying to get the sick feeling that was bubbling in the pit of her stomach to subside.
"Daddy..."she spoke, looking up to meet his eyes.
He stopped pulling the Princess knickers up her legs, raising his eyebrows."—what is it pickle? Are you going to be sick again?"
He was prepared to pick her up again and hang her over the toilet bowl, but she simply shook her head and pointed to the t-shirt he had put on whilst she was in the bath.
"Your shirt"
Harry looked down at his shirt and then back up to his little girl."you want to wear daddies shirt?"
When he saw her nod, he didn't waste a second in removing the fabric from his body, leaving his toned chest on display, asking her to place her hands on his shoulders so he could help her out the shirt on his body.
And once it was on her body, he let out a small laugh, it was practically drowning her.
And River...we'll she just wanted the shirt because it smelt like him, the scent of her father always leading to positive things.
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"Do you still feel sick, pickle?"Harry asked, River was sat on his lap, her little legs straddling his waist as her thumb was stuck into her mouth.
River shook her head, burying her face deeper into the crook of her father's neck as she used her other hand to toy with his long locks.
Harry nodded and pressed a loving kiss to the side of her head.
As long as she was feeling better that was all that mattered
