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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
"River!"Harry called up the stairs from where he was stood at the bottom, his hand on his hip as he checked the time on his Apple Watch."Sweetheart, are you awake?"
When he got no reply, he let out a frustrated breath, before making his way up the stairs and down the hallway, stopping outside her bedroom door, his eyes landing on her name that was written on it in cursive glitter.
He knocked on the door again, not wanting to just walk in invade she was getting changed."—pickle, are you awake?"
She was supposed to be round the tutors house this morning, and so far, he had been waiting for River downstairs, her bowl of fruit that she had every morning with a glass of pineapple juice was sat there on the top of the breakfast bar, waiting to be devoured.
When he didn't get an answer, Harry slowly opened up the door, and when he walked in, he saw the figure of his daughter on her bed, the duvet pulled right up to her chin as she bit down on her bottom lip.
Her body was facing him so he could see her, and that's when the worry started to sink in.
"Pickle, what's wrong?he asked, his voice small as he crouched down next to her double bed."talk to me m'angel"
River shook her head, finally opening her eyes, green meeting green."—daddy, it hurts"
"What hurts, angel, you have to talk to me"he explained. Reaching forward to brush a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
"My tummy hurts, daddy"she whimpered out.
Harry nodded, reaching his hand forward and pressing the palm of his hand to her forehead, quickly noticing that it was hit and slightly feverish.
"Okay pickle, why don't you show me where it hurts, so I can try and help you a little bit."Harry explained.
River nodded and grabbed ahold of the duvet that was laying on top of her body and offering her some comfort, and when she lowly pulled the duvet away, that was when both her and Harry noticed the red stain that was just under her legs, in the middle of the bed.
Harry swallowed, trying to think of a calm approach to the situation at hand, whilst River had decided to go for a complete opposite approach, she screamed out, scooting closer to where her father was crouched next to the side of the bed, wanting to feel his touch right now.
"Hey, hey, it's okay pickle, everything okay, you've just started your period"Harry explained, his voice small as he looked into her daughters eyes that mirrored his.
Little sobs fell from River's mouth as she shook her head, not liking the idea of having a period at all.
"I'm sorry for staining the sheet's daddy"she whispered, her sobs turning into sniffs as Harry continued to rub his hand up and down her back in a comforting manor, not liking to see his little girl upset in any way, shape or form.
Any parent would agree with Harry in this moment, whenever there child was upset over the slightest thing whether it be big or small, it still pained them.
And it pained Harry the most.
River grunted out a moan of disapproval as a cramp took over her, her arms circling around her abdomen.
She looked up at her dad, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye."do I have to go to Miss Ellie, today daddy?"
Harry pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, shaking his head."—absolutely not pickle, me and you are going to have a nice chill day, how does that sound?"
She wiped at her eye."it sounds good, daddy"
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Once Harry had helped Darcy into the bath, he grabbed ahold of the stained sheets on her bed, taking them off and bundling them up, tucking them under his arm as he threw them in the hamper.
Once he had started an early wash, he grabbed ahold of his phone that was on the side, clicking on his contacts app and clicking on the number.
He placed it up to his ear, hearing it ring a total of four times before a voice as heard.
