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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 27 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 10
"Drink some water for my first pickle, and then we can head in the water"
Harry held the bottle out for his ten year old daughter to take and she did, bringing he already opened water bottle up to her lips and drinking it out it, the cool liquid falling down her oesophagus.
She took a few more sips before pulling it away from her mouth and handing it back to her father. "— all done!"
Harry nodded his head, screwing the lid back on the bottle and then placing it down next to the seat, "are you ready to head in the water now? Or do you want to wait a bit longer?"
"I think we should get in the water now!"
Harry laughed, grabbing ahold of his daughter's hand and standing up, walking the two of them over to the edge of the yacht they had hired out for the day.
"Whose getting in first? Me or you?"he asked, slipping off his flip flops.
"Can we do what we used to do? Where you catch me?"she asked, biting her bottom lip.
"Of course we can, let me get in quick"he took a few steps back, before starting off in a run and throwing his body into the water, colliding with it and splashing water everywhere.
Harry emerged from the water and saw that his daughter was stood there laughing, her hands wrapped around her stomach as she laughed so hard her stomach hurt.
Harry pushed his hair away from his face. "— are you laughing at me Miss Styles?"
"No..no"she shook her head.
Harry swan closer to the boat, so he was closer to be able to catch his little girl. "— alright pickle, jump for me and I'll catch you"
The ten year old nodded her head, putting all the weight into her foot and using the momentum to throw her body into the water, she felt as if she was flying, until she felt her father's strong arms around her body, holding her closer.
Her breathing was hard but she was laughing nonetheless.
