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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 24 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 7
Live On Tour had been great so far.
Harry, River as-well as Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, Sarah, Clare, and Adam. (The band member) had been travelling from city to city, globe trotting as some people would put it.
2018 was definitely Harry's year.
They had been to Paris, Amsterdam, Antwerp, and Stockholm.
Tonight Harry had a show in Copenhagen. The not so sunny city in Denmark.
And the day had already started off on a bad foot.
It was nearing 7:15 in the morning.
Harry was asleep in his bed in the hotel, soft snores leaving his mouth as River was fast asleep in the single bed she had tried to sleep in last night,
Her words and quote: 'I want to try and a be a big girl..I would like to sleep in my own bed'
Harry didn't refuse, although he hated the idea of his little munch stating she wanted to be a 'big girl' he still made sure Jeff set the two of them in a two bedded room.
River had been a mess all tour.
She wasn't the biggest fan of flying, it always made her anxiety skyrocket, and she was extremely jet lagged from it all, her and Harry were in the states for two months before tour started and flying to the states from America had messed up her sleep schedule.
It made River just that little bit more clingy, she would cry at random times, as well as have little re turns here and there.
The seven year old had woken up to a sticky and wet feeling settled in between her legs, at first River created a cease in her in the middle of her brows.
And then it finally hit her. Instantly making her stomach plummet and dread to fill her tiny brain.She hated when this happened, she really did. It hadn't happened in just over two years.
'Daddy's going to be so mad' River thought.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as she slowly moved the duvet off of her petit body, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting her feet to freak against the floor boards.
She snuggled a few times as she walked over to her father's bed that was located near the door,Harry was asleep on his stomach, his brown hair falling in-front of his eyes as his arm was outstretched next to him, it was an instinct, since he usually had a little girl cuddled into his side.
"D..Daddy"the seven year old called out.
Harry let out a small sound, but he didn't seam to really budge, so the little girl called out his title again, a title he had come accustomed to over the last seven years and when he heard the desperation in her voice, his eyes fluttered open and the green of them landed on a shaking River.
"Oh hey, pickle"he sat up on the double bed,smiling softly at his daughter."Did you come to have a cuddle with Daddy?"
When River slowly started to move forward, Harry pulled open that side of the duvet, a clear sign of Harry making space for her.
An open invitation.
River slowly entered the bed, and snuggled her face into the bare chest of her father, her hand coming to play with the cross necklace that dangled down from around his neck, something she always did when she was anxious.
"Dad..daddy, I'm..im sorry"River sniffled, her ribs begging to shake against her chest.
Harry frowned, looking down at his little girl who was practically shaking against him."Riv, what's wrong?"
He manoeuvred himself so that he could place the seven year old on his lap, his body sat up against the head board."—What happened, pickle? You can talk to me about anything y'know"
When more tears started to leak from her eyes, Harry's frown deepened as he softly used his hand to grab ahold of his daughter's chin and tilt it up so there eyes had locked."—Can you tell me what's made you so up set Riv? Daddy doesn't like to see you cry"
And it was true, seeing his sweet girl made his daddy heart shatter every single time.
"I..I had an..acc..accident"
And just like that, Harry's heart fell.
He watched with soft eyes as his daughters cheeks turned red, both from tears and embarrassment, his hand coming to rub against her back out of instinct."That's okay, pickle, I'm not mad at you, it's all okay...everyone has accidents"
His mind did wander though.
She had not had an an accident in over two year, possibly even longer, and the thought that lingered in his mind even more...where had this accident happened?
No matter the reason, it still made his heart ache.
"Hey, hey, sweet girl let's try and stop those tears"Harry sympathised as he reached his hand forward to wipe under the eyes of his little girl.
"What would make you feel better?"he asked, his hand still running up and down her back.
River thought for a second.
What would make her feel better?
And then it clicked.
"Milk"was the only word she muttered out.
And milk she shall get.
Harry placed his sweet girl on the bed, grabbing the white duvet and tucking it around her body, as he made his way over to the little table where a kettle was located, there were sugars, sweeteners, coffee, tea bags and finally the one thing Harry was looking for.
The kettle had water in it from when after Harry had out river to sleep and wanted a little coffee before bed, and the water just needed to be re-heated.
Once the water was boiled which seemed to take forever, he poured one of the little milks into a cup followed by the pouring of water, making sure it wasn't to hot by quickly pouring some water out of the mini fridge into the cup to balance out the temperatures.
He held the cup and made his way back over to the bed, sitting down next to his little girl who gratefully took the cup of his hands, bringing it to her lips and drinking the liquid softly.
From seven all the way to when she was a newborn, she always comforted herself by having a milk and Harry only hoped that would never change.
"How does a nice bubble bath sound?"Harry asked.
"Can I have one with you?"River asked around a mouthful of the Luke warm milk.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek so he didn't smile to hard."—of course you can"
He leant forward to press a kiss to his sweet girl's forehead.
And another thing, he couldn't forget to tell the maid about the bed sheets.
