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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 28 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐚𝐠𝐞 11
"Where are we going for lunch, Daddy?"River asked, her hand clasped in Harry's larger on as the two of them wandered around the city of Chicago.
The sun was shining on the American city that afternoon, the two Styles members wearing matching outfits.
"I was thinking about this little cafe just down the road..."Harry suggested as the two of them continued to walk down the bustling streets, River adjusting he baseball cap on her head"...is that alright with you, pickle?"
"Yea daddy"the eleven year old answered.
The remaining walk to the cafe took about five minutes, River's hand remaining in Harry's grasp the entire time due to her anxiety that usually sky rocketed when she was in public.
When they stopped outside the cafe that River read the name as 'Blue Pins' Harry opened the door, allowing customers that were inside to exit before ushering his daughter inside.
And once they were inside, the air conditioning instantly hit the two of them.
River instantly took ahold of her father's hand again, seeing as the cafe was slightly busier than the streets, River just anted a little piece of comfort.
Standing in the queue, Harry pushed some of his daughters hair out of her face, before taking off his sunglasses and instructing River to do the the same seeing as they were now inside.
"What do you want, pickle? Anything tickle your fancy?"Harry quizzed, looking down at where his daughter was staring at the menu's displayed infront of them.
"Umm, could I please have a tuna panini please and an orange juice, please?"
Just like her father, River was a pescatarian, her diet only consisting of fish, Harry had tried her on chicken once and she threw it back up about ten minutes after.
Harry nodded his head, before he felt something wet touching his leg, seeing as he was only wearing a pair of bright green shorts, and the gasp he heard from his daughter instantly made him look down.
And low and behold a little grey dog was sniffing at his leg.
"Daddy, it's a dog!"River exclaimed, crouching down and instantly reaching out to pet it.
Harry pressed a hand against her shoulder."—pickle, remember what I told you, we have to ask before petting someone's dog"
River nodded her head, muttering out a quick 'sorry' to the owner."Can I stroke your dog miss?"
Harry but the inside of his cheek to stop the grin spreading across his face at his daughter, he always taught her to be respectful and well mannered, and seeing her act like that in public right now only meant one thing to him.
He was doing well.
"Of course you can"the lady answered, encouraging the dog to go forward and near the child.
When the dog was sighing reach, River reached her hand forward and pet the dog, scratching behind its fluffy ears.
Seeing his daughter stroking the dog, only made him want to join in as-well, and he did, he crouched down slightly and started stroking at it, making it wag its tail in excitement to the affection it was getting.
"What's your dogs name?"Harry asked, continuing to scratch at the little ball of fluff.
The lady looked up, finally registering that the man in-front of her was none other than Harry Edward Styles, her heart started to beat erratically against her rib cage, her palms instantly becoming sweaty.
"Teddy"the lady answered.
"Hi teddy!"River smiled down at the dog as it started licking away at her hands."I'm River!"
Harry needed to remind her to wash them before eating.
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After swallowing a mouthful of her tuna sandwich, the eleven year old girl placed the food onto the plate before looking up to her father, who was sat across from her, drinking out of a coffee cup.
"Daddy?"
Harry locked his eyes onto his daughter."—Yes m'love?"
"Can we get a doggy?"she asked, fiddling with her fingers.
Harry sighed."pickle, we've talked about this before"
And every time they talked about it, he always gave her the same answer.
"You know that with the life me and you live is different to others, right?"he asked, pausing before continuing on when he saw her nod her head."...and because me and you are touring a lot and flying to different countries there would be no-one to look after the dog and doggy's take a lot of looking after"
Harry reached across the table and rubbed the back of her hand softly."—maybe one day in the future, we can get a dog, how does that sound?"
River perked her head up at the words her father had said, a smile falling across her face as she registered what he had said.
"Promise?"
Harry linked his pinky finger with get's a dimples smile written across his facial features."—pinky promise"
And it's safe to say Harry never breaks a pinky promise, especially one he made to his daughter.
