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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 3
"Kick those this for me pickle!"
Harry and River we're currently in a hotel for a lay over before him and the rest of the boys went to there next destination, and Harry had been teaching his sweet girl how to swim without armbands.
She had been doing okay, but it was still early days.
Harry had his arms right near her waist as he stood above the water, standing near by invade she needed him at any chance. "—C'mon sweet girl, we're almost near the edge of the pool, you've got this, keep going!"
Her brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail, whilst a leopard print swim suit adorned her skin.
"C'mon pickle, your doing so well"Harry continued to encourage, as he followed after her in the water, sunglasses covering his face.
River was almost near the edge of the pool when Harry noticed that she was starting to struggle with her kicking, it was becoming messier and messy. "— Dada!"
The second he noticed, he hooked his hands around her mid section and instantly brought her up to rest on his hip, hand rubbing up and down her back as her breathing came out laboured. "— Shh, it's alright pickle, daddy's here, I promise"
"I got really tired, I'm sorry"
Harry pressed a kiss to her head. "You Don't have to be sorry, pickle, everyone gets tired"
