Alerrie One Shots

Watching Him Grow Up

Summary: Perrie and Alex have a son named Ozzy and watch him grow up together, living through the ups and downs of raising a child.

(Ozzy was born in January 2018)

Ozzy's birth-
Perrie's POV: It's currently the 24th of January 2018 at 4:03am and I've woken up to me going into labour, our little boy is coming into the world either today or tomorrow depending on how long this lasts.
"Alex!" I whisper yell at him, making him groan and wake up, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it, darling?" He groans, sitting up and stretching before looking at me.
"I've just gone into labour..." I tell him, trying to be as calm as I possibly can. His eyes widen before breaking out into a smile, he clasps his hands together before getting out of bed.
"My boy's on his way finally!" He exclaims, making me laugh at his silliness. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" The next few hours are quite interesting, watching Alex finalise the baby bag and him constantly asking me how I am.

After a few hours: "Alright, Perrie, I believe that it's time to welcome this bundle of joy into this world." The doctor tells me and I can just see Alex's face brighten up just a bit more as the news is announced. I settle into the bed and Alex grabs ahold of my hand, pressing a kiss to my head.
"You've got this, sweetheart." He tells me, smiling and kissing my hand. I smile at him before the hard part starts.

Alex keeps complaining about me squishing his hand with the tight grip but that's the least of my worries at the moment.
"I'm lucky that I don't play football with my hands. I've definitely got at least 3 broken fingers right now!" He tries to make a joke but I just shoot him a death glare which shuts him up, immediately.
"Fuck your hand, you did this to me!" I exclaim, shocking him.
"Sorry, sweetheart." He apologises immediately.
"Just one more final push and he will be out!" The doctor announces and I let out a breath of relief before pushing once more until we all begin to hear a cry, the angelic cries of our little boy. The doctors carries him over to a table to check him over and I can finally relax.
"You did amazingly, darling." Alex compliments me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I smile up at him.
"Thank god, that part is over!" I sigh out of relief, making my husband laugh.

A small baby is placed against my chest, he has Alex's skintone but mostly my facial structure.
"Aren't you a gorgeous boy, our little prince?" I coo at the angel laying sound asleep in my arms.

Ozzy's first steps- 10 months old:
Alex's POV: I shuffle backwards on my knees whilst holding Ozzy up on his feet, his sock-covered feet stand against the soft carpet.
"Come on, buddy. Walk to dada, you can do it!" I encourage him, slowly letting go of his hands and moving backwards slightly. He looks at me before taking two steps towards me, making my mouth drop.
"Perrie, get in here! Ozzy's walking!" I call out, smiling proudly at our son. Perrie enters the room and just watches him, slowly and carefully, walk over to me.
"Good boy!" I tell him, lifting him in the air. "Your first steps! We should have got that on video!"
"I did, babe." Perrie tells me, showing me the video that she took as she walked into the room.

Ozzy's First Words- 11 months old:
Perrie's POV: So, I've been watching over Ozzy playing with Hatchi and Travis for the last 20 minutes now. I trust Hatchi and Travis with Ozzy because they genuinely are just very calm dogs around Ozzy and it's heart-warming to see.
"What are you doing there with Hatchi and Travis, honey?" I ask rhetorically, not really expecting any kind of response.
"Puppy, muma" He replies, looking up at me. "Puppy!"
"That's your first word, honey! Puppy!" I exclaim as a proud mumma, I was expecting his first word to be "mumma" or "dada" but "puppy" isn't too uncanny. I kiss his head and play with him.

Ozzy's First Football Match- 2 years old:
Perrie's POV: Today, I'm taking Ozzy to his football match. For the last 2 years, Alex has taken time off football for a knee injury and parental leave.
"Where are we going today, Oz?" I ask him, filming him sitting in the back seat. "Are we going to watch Dada play football?" He squeals in response.
"Dada p'ay 'ootball!" He exclaims, adorably with a massive smile on his face. I laugh at his adorableness.

During the match: Ozzy has been so invested in the match that he keeps squealing with excitement every single time Alex gets the ball which is so adorable! I can definitely tell that our little boy is gonna be his daddy's number one fan.
"Look at dada, honey." I tell him, watching Alex slip through the defenders and blast it past the goalkeeper making all of the Liverpool supporters go into a frenzy with cheers. Overall the score was 3-1.

Ozzy's First Day At School- 4 years old:

Ozzy's POV: So, today I'm starting primary school and I don't know if I'm looking forward to it or not. Mummy keeps telling me that I'm really gonna enjoy it  but I'm quite doubful to be honest.
"You got your rucksack, lunchbox, pencil case and coat?" Mummy checks over me for about the 10th time already making Dada laugh at her.
"Babe, I don't think he is actually going to need all of that, he's going into reception." Dada tells Mummy making me giggle at the two of them bickering.
"I'm just getting him prepared for when he does need to take all of this to school." Mummy tells him, assertively.
"You're treating him like this first year, he's going to be going off to university." Dad retorts, chuckling heartily.

"Daddy's silly isn't he?" Mummy whispers, making me giggle again. "So, mumma will take you to school in the mornings, then dada will come and pick you up where I drop you off, okay?" I nod, taking all of the information in.

At the school: This place is ginormous like one of those magical castles that mummy and daddy reads to me in my storybooks but this castle isn't filled with brave knights, noble princes and pretty princesses but filled with children who just wear the exact same school uniform and are treated the exact same.

I am just filled with nervousness and fear of all the other students, especially the bigger kids who are already geniuses. What if nobody likes me? What if I don't do well in school? What if I make no friends? What if I get bullied?
"Mumma, I no like this." I admit, looking around the massive playground as we enter the premises. "There a lot of big kids."
"I know, honey, but don't worry about them. You just do your very best and be nice to everybody that you meet then I'm sure that you'll make loads of new buddies." Mumma explains, kneeling down and handing me my rucksack. "You're gonna be fine, I promise you, honey. Daddy will be here later to pick you up" I smile at her as my new teacher begins to bring in my year group into the classroom. Mumma gives me a kiss on the forehead and I reluctantly follow the other kids into the classroom.

In the classroom, there is so much colour around the room with pretty displays, flowers and pictures of cool animals plastered all over the room.
"Good morning, everybody. It's lovely to meet you all!" The teacher booms across the room. "Welcome to your first ever year at primary school! My name is Miss Lloyd and that lady over there is Miss Abbott." She goes on to explain what will happen this year with a bright slideshow behind her but I am just so focused on the pictures on the wall that I barely listen to any of it.

During morning time: It's currently play time (In Reception, you mostly just play, learn numbers to 10 and learn simple sentences) and I am taking mumma's advice and being nice to everyone but still nobody wants to be my friend or anything so I just decide to play all by myself.