Tributes have been pouring in for the 31-year-old singer who fell from a third-floor balcony at a hotel in the capital Buenos Aires.
Former One Direction star Liam Payne has died after falling from a hotel balcony in Argentina.
The 31-year-old singer suffered “extremely serious injuries” after falling from the third floor at the hotel in the capital Buenos Aires, police said.
Alberto Crescenti, head of the state emergency medical system, said on Argentinian television that Payne, who had a seven-year-old son with former Girls Aloud singer Cheryl, fell into a courtyard of the CasaSur Hotel in the city’s Palermo neighbourhood.
The official declined to answer questions about how he came to fall from the balcony.
Mr Crescenti said authorities were investigating the circumstances of his death and conducting a post-mortem.
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Meanwhile, a transcript has been released of the emergency call the hotel desk manager made to 911 after the fall.
The hotel manager is heard saying he has a “guest drunk with drugs and alcohol”, adding: “He is breaking everything in the room.”
He later tells the operator they “need to send someone with urgency because I don’t know if the guest’s life is in danger because he is in a room with a balcony”.
The hotel manager continues: “We are afraid he could do something that threatens life.”
The 911 operator says the police and emergency medical workers have been sent to the scene.
Argentinian media reported that Payne was in Buenos Aires to attend the concert of his former One Direction bandmate Niall Horan earlier this month.
Fans flocked to the hotel after news of Payne’s death broke, with many expressing shock and heartbreak.
One Direction fans from across the world have also been sharing poignant tributes to Payne on social media.
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In the hours before his death, photos shared from the singer’s Snapchat account showed him with his partner Kate Cassidy.
There was also clips, including one where he said it was a “lovely day here in Argentina”.
It appears the videos were filmed earlier in the week and then posted in his final hours.
“Just enjoying coffee and breakfast, even though it’s like 1pm,” he said. “Literally sleep in every day until like 12. We’re such losers.”
The star spoke about “going to ride some horses” and said: “Think I’m going to play polo again which is going to put me out of action for about six weeks.”
“It’s going to be a nice day,” he added.
Payne had embarked on a solo career after One Direction announced they were going on an indefinite hiatus in 2015.
The band was formed on The X Factor in 2010, with Payne featuring alongside Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles. They were mentored by Simon Cowell who had also created the show.
The group finished third before signing with Cowell’s “Syco” record label and going on to become one of the best-selling boybands of all time.
Payne’s relationship with Cheryl, who was a judge on the X Factor, began in 2016 and ended in 2018. They named their son Bear.
Britain’s Got Talent, another show created by Cowell, has cancelled its auditions in Blackpool today in light of Payne’s death.
It comes as tributes from the entertainment industry have been pouring in for Payne since news of the tragedy emerged.
In a post from its official X account, the team at the X Factor wrote: “We are heartbroken by the sad passing of Liam Payne.
“He was immensely talented and, as part of One Direction, Liam will leave a lasting legacy on the music industry and fans around the world.”
Separately, Dermot O’Leary, a former host of the show, posted a photo of himself and Payne on Instagram, writing: “The worst news. I remember him as a 14-year-old turning up to audition on The X Factor, and blowing us away singing Sinatra. He just loved to sing.”
TV presenter Rylan Clark, a former X Factor contestant, said: “Extremely sad news. (Very) tragic and so young. RIP Liam.”
Oasis frontman Liam Gallagher, Hip hop icon Flavor Flav, boxer Chris Eubank Jr and former Cultural Club singer Boy George are also among those who have paid tribute.
Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer has also offered his condolences, with his official spokesman saying: “The Prime Minister’s sincere condolences are with Liam’s family and friends at this time.
“One Direction were one of the biggest bands in history and their music had a huge impact on many millions of fans around the world.”
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Payne, who was born in Wolverhampton, had a complicated personal life and spoken openly about his struggles with alcoholism and mental health. He was also diagnosed with ADHD as an adult.
He had previously spoken about suffering with suicidal thoughts, admitting that he was “lucky to still be here”.
In 2019, Payne addressed his mental health on Sky show Straight Talking with Ant Middleton, where he spoke about his struggles with fame.
Describing fame as like “having a weird midlife crisis”, Payne said: “For some certain circumstances, I’m quite lucky to be here still.”
Since October 2022, Payne has been linked to influencer Cassidy, recently posting on Instagram that they “make each other better people”, and adding: “For the first time in my life I’m happy to be me and that’s priceless.”
He was previously engaged to Maya Henry, with their relationship ending in 2022.
Earlier this week, it was reported she had issued legal proceedings – instructing lawyers to issue a cease and desist letter to Payne – and she posted a video on TikTok claiming the singer had been repeatedly sending her unwanted messages.
Last week, the Sun reported Payne had parted with his management company and shelved plans for a second solo album.
My Late Stepmother Left Me Her $2.5 Million Vacation Home While Her Daughters Only Got $5,000 Each
For years, Carol lived in the shadow of her stepfamily, unseen and ignored. Then, out of nowhere, a lawyer’s call shattered her quiet life: her stepmother, who had barely loved her, had left Carol a $2.5 million inheritance, while her own daughters got only $5,000 each. The reason blew Carol’s mind.
When I was 12, my dad remarried his new girlfriend. Linda came into our lives with her two daughters, Amanda and Becca, who were a few years older than me. Blending into their family felt like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Amanda and Becca were the stars of every show — praised, adored, and always front and center.
And me? I was just… there. Like a corner table.
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I remember watching them from the edges of the room, feeling invisible. At family gatherings, I’d sit quietly, my hands folded in my lap, observing how effortlessly they commanded attention.
“Look at my daughter’s straight A’s,” Linda would beam, her eyes never finding mine. My report cards would sit forgotten on the kitchen counter, collecting dust and ignorance.
“Do you want some help with that?” I’d sometimes ask Becca when she was struggling with homework, hoping for a connection.
She’d look up, a hint of disdain in her eyes. “I’ve got it,” she’d say, turning away. Those moments crushed whatever hope I had of belonging.
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Linda wasn’t outright mean, but she wasn’t warm either. I wasn’t included in anything, not really. Family trips were planned around Amanda and Becca’s wants. Holidays? I spent more time washing dishes than enjoying the celebrations.
Once, when I was 16, I asked why everything had to revolve around them. Linda barely looked at me as she said, “You’re not the only one here, Carol. Stop acting like a victim.”
Her words stung then, and they still sting now.
The kitchen would become my sanctuary and my prison. While others laughed in the living room, I’d scrub plates, the sound of my family’s joy muffled by the running water. Each dish I cleaned felt like another layer of my identity being wiped away, replaced by the expectation of being the background character in my own house.
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By the time I turned 18, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left for college, went no-contact with Amanda and Becca, and kept Linda at arm’s length. When Dad passed away two years later, we lost the only thing holding us together. Linda faded from my life after that.
The only other connection I had with her was through the phonebook, with my phone number scribbled on it. But she barely called, and I didn’t want her to, either.
For 15 years, I rarely thought about her. I got married to my wonderful boyfriend David, welcomed two amazing kids, and life just rolled on. Then, one day, my phone rang, and everything changed.
“Carol, this is Mr. Higgins, Linda’s attorney.”
I paused, confused. The name felt distant, like an echo from a life I’d deliberately forgotten. “Okay… why are you calling me?”
“I’m sorry to inform you that Linda passed away last week from lung cancer,” he said gently.
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For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. Memories flickered like old photographs: Linda’s dismissive glances, her quick corrections, and the perpetual distance between us.
I hadn’t even known she was sick. The irony wasn’t lost on me. We’d been so disconnected that even her terminal illness had slipped past me completely.
“I see,” I finally managed. “What does this have to do with me?”
“She named you in her will. Linda left you her vacation home.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Her vacation home?”
“Yes, the one that belonged to your father and was passed on to her after his death. It’s valued at $2.5 million,” he explained. “Her daughters Amanda and Becca were left $5,000 each.”
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I sat down hard on the couch, my head spinning. The numbers seemed surreal.
All those years of feeling like an afterthought, and now this? Linda had barely been a presence in my life, yet she’d left me her most valuable asset and almost nothing for her own daughters. Why?
Before I could process it, my phone buzzed with incoming texts. The screen lit up with family drama, as if Linda’s death had suddenly reignited old tensions.
My husband, David, leaned over to read one of them. His jaw tightened. “Amanda’s accusing you of manipulating Linda. Classy!”
“She’s calling me a thief,” I said, staring at the words. The accusation felt achingly familiar… the same dismissive tone I’d heard throughout my childhood, the same narrative of me being the problem.
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“That’s nothing,” he muttered, scrolling through Becca’s online post. “She’s ranting about ‘backstabbers destroying families.’”
A bitter laugh escaped me. Destroy families? We were barely a family to begin with. Those connections had been threadbare, held together by nothing more than shared last names and occasional holiday gatherings.
I sighed, setting my phone aside. “Why would Linda do this? We weren’t even close.”
David shrugged, his eyes soft with understanding. “Maybe you need to find out.”
I nodded. Something told me this inheritance was more than just a financial transaction. It felt like an unfinished story, waiting to be understood. So, I decided to dig through the house to see if I could find any clues.
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The vacation home looked exactly as I remembered when I entered. Nestled on the edge of a serene lake, it had always been my dad’s favorite place. We used to fish on the dock for hours, talking about everything and nothing.
Standing in the doorway, I felt like a ghost of my former self. Each step was a journey through time, my fingers tracing familiar surfaces, collecting memories like dust.
Dad would sit in that worn armchair by the window, his fishing hat tilted just so, telling me stories about his childhood. Those moments had been our sanctuary… a place where I felt truly seen and loved.
I walked through the house, memories washing over me with every step. The living room still had the same luxurious furniture. The smell of cedar lingered, just like it did years ago.
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But I wasn’t here for nostalgia. I needed answers. Linda was meticulous, and I hoped somewhere in her files, she’d left a clue about her decision. Each drawer I opened felt like peeling back layers of a complicated family history.
Finally, tucked away in the back of a drawer in her office, I found a letter addressed to me. The paper was crisp, the envelope sealed with a precision that was quintessentially Linda.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for it, knowing that this small piece of paper might hold the key to understanding everything.
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With anxious eyes, I began reading:
“Dear Carol,
By the time you read this, I hope you’ll understand the choice I made.
I’ve carried the weight of my mistakes for years, and this letter is my final attempt to make things right. The truth is, I failed you… repeatedly and profoundly. When I married your father, I was so focused on protecting Amanda and Becca that I became blind to the harm I was causing you.
My insecurities after my divorce turned me into a mother who couldn’t see beyond her own fears. I created a hierarchy in our family where you were always last, always invisible. I watched you endure our family’s coldness, and I did nothing.
Time has a way of revealing uncomfortable truths. I’ve seen Amanda and Becca for who they truly are… entitled, manipulative women who learned to value status over genuine connection. And you? You built a life of integrity without seeking my validation or approval.
This house, the place your father loved most, was always meant to be a sanctuary. He spoke of your times here with such joy and love. I realize now that I robbed you of those precious memories, of feeling truly part of a family.
The vacation home is my apology. Not just a piece of property, but a chance for a fresh start. A legacy from a father who loved you completely, and a mother who is finally, painfully aware of her mistakes.
Forgive me, if you can.
Linda”
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Tears blurred the words. My hands trembled, not from anger, but from a profound sense of loss for the relationship we never had, and for the years wasted in silence and misunderstanding.
I read the letter twice, then for a third time, and I let her words sink in. She’d known all along how unfair she’d been but hadn’t found the courage to fix it while she was alive. The letter felt like a final, desperate attempt at redemption and a whispered apology from beyond.
Outside, the lake sparkled, indifferent to the complex emotions swirling inside me. Dad’s favorite place. My sanctuary. Now, unexpectedly, my inheritance.
A week later, I got another call from Linda’s lawyer.
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“There’s a secondary clause in Linda’s will,” he explained. “She set aside a $5 million trust for Amanda and Becca.”
I felt my stomach tighten. “I’m guessing there’s a catch?”
He hesitated, and in that pause, I could almost hear Linda’s calculated precision. “They’d only inherit it if they accept the terms of the will without any hostility toward you.”
“And if they don’t?”
“The funds will be donated to a local youth charity Linda supported,” he said. “Given the phone calls, social media posts, and emails from Amanda and Becca, the trust has been forfeited.”
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I was floored. Linda had anticipated Amanda and Becca’s behavior and planned accordingly. It was like a final chess move, calculated and precise. The lawyer confirmed the charity would receive the money instead.
A part of me wanted to laugh at the irony. Linda, who had spent years marginalizing me, had ultimately chosen to protect me in the most unexpected way possible.
Amanda called me that evening, and she was so furious. “You think you’ve won? You’re disgusting! You stole everything from us!”
I stayed calm, years of being overlooked had taught me emotional resilience. “I didn’t steal anything, Amanda. Maybe you should think about why Linda made the decisions she did.”
She hung up on me without saying much. But I could feel her fury.
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That night, David and I sat on the porch of the vacation home. The lake was calm, the sky painted with soft hues of pink and orange. Memories of fishing with my dad danced across the water’s surface, bringing a bittersweet smile to my lips.
“Do you feel guilty?” David asked, breaking the silence.
I thought about it, watching a lone bird glide across the darkening sky. “Not really. But I feel… sad. She waited too long to try and make things right. If she’d just talked to me while she was alive, maybe things could’ve been different.”
David nodded, understanding etched in the gentle pressure of his arm around my shoulders. “She didn’t know how to fix things, so she did what she could in the end. It’s not perfect, but it’s something.”
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The lake seemed to whisper in agreement, its gentle waves a subtle reminder that healing isn’t always straightforward.
Amanda and Becca have gone no-contact, and honestly, it’s a relief. The vacation home is ours now, and David and I are planning to move here next year with our kids. The house feels less like an inheritance and more like a homecoming.
Linda may not have been the mother I wanted, but her final act was both an apology and a gift… a chance to reclaim a piece of my history.
And that, at least, is something.
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