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 MIL ‘Accidentally’ Dropped My Daughter’s Vacation Ticket Out the Window—But Karma Didn’t Need My Help
When Willa’s mother-in-law sabotages her daughter’s first vacation in the pettiest way imaginable, Willa chooses calm over chaos. But as karma begins to spin its own revenge, Willa realizes some battles don’t need to be fought because the universe already has her back.
I’ve always been careful about how I love. After my divorce, I learned not to hand my heart to just anyone… not even the people who come with wedding rings or promises of forever.
So, when I met Nolan, I didn’t fall fast. I let him earn us. Me and Ava, my daughter from my first marriage.
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Ava, who has my nose and my laugh and a fierce little heart that refuses to break even when the world tries.
The best thing about Nolan?
He never hesitated. He walked right into our lives like he belonged, like we were never missing anything. He loved Ava like she was his own. Still does. If she skins her knee, he’s the first with a band-aid. If she has a nightmare, he’s at her door before I am.
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To Nolan, she’s his kid. Period.
To his mother, Darlene? Not so much.
Darlene, picture pearls and pinched smiles, never said anything outright. She didn’t have to. It was in the way she’d buy two cupcakes instead of three. The way she’d pat Ava’s head like she was petting a neighbor’s dog.
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And the things she said?
“Isn’t it strange? She doesn’t look anything like you, Willa. Does she look like her father?”
Or my personal favorite.
“Maybe it’s better you waited to have a real family, Nolan. Not… this.”
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I bit my tongue so many times, I’m surprised it didn’t scar. I kept the peace, for Nolan’s sake. For Ava’s. But inside, I was always watching her. Calculating. Darlene wasn’t a monster, not really, but she was the kind of woman who saw children like mine as placeholders.
Still, I never expected her to actually do something. Not like this.
A few months ago, Nolan surprised us all with a trip to the Canary Islands. I’m talking about a beachfront resort, all-inclusive, everything planned to the last detail. He’d just gotten a work bonus and wanted to celebrate.
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“Ava’s never been on a plane,” he said. “She should remember her first time as something absolutely magical, Willa. She deserves everything good in the world.”
She was thrilled. We all were. Until life did what it does best…
Nolan got called away to Europe a week before the trip. Business emergency. He was devastated.
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“You two go ahead,” Nolan said, brushing Ava’s hair behind her ear. “Mom and Jolene can help with the flight. I’ll join you if I can.”
Jolene is Nolan’s little sister. She’s sweet when she wants to be and likes to think of herself as a singer… but the girl is tone-deaf if you ask me.
Nolan looked gutted. Ava clung to his leg like a baby koala, her tiny fingers curled into his jeans. It took all of us ten minutes and two gummy bears to get her buckled into her booster seat.
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“I want Daddy to come with us…” she said, her lower lip jutting out.
“I know, baby,” I said. “I want that too. But Daddy has to work for now. He might surprise us! So, we always have to be ready for him to show up, okay?”
She smiled at me and nodded slowly.
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And that’s how I ended up in a rental car, the early morning sun slicing through the windshield, with Ava in the back humming her favorite song, her pink neck pillow around her shoulders, and her boarding pass clutched like treasure.
“Daddy said I had to keep it safe,” she said when I asked her about it.
Darlene was in the passenger seat, silent but smiling. Jolene sang along to the radio and scrolled endlessly in the back.
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Halfway to the airport, Darlene broke the silence.
“Can you roll the windows down?” she asked. “It’s a bit stuffy here.”
I cracked mine slightly. I preferred the AC but Darlene had issues with it and her skin.
“Much better,” she sighed and leaned toward Ava.
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“Sweetheart, let me see your ticket for a second. I just want to double-check the gate.”
Ava hesitated, then looked at me. I gave her a little nod.
She handed it over.
Darlene took it with a delicate, practiced grip. She examined it. She smiled at something only she seemed to see.
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Then, just like that, she let it slip. A flutter of paper. A gasp of air. And the ticket soared out the window, caught in the wind like a bird freed from a cage.
“My ticket!” Ava screamed from the backseat.
“Well… isn’t that just a cruel twist of fate?” Darlene said.
And then she smiled at me. Like she’d won.
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I slammed on the brakes. Jolene gasped.
“Look, I think fate just didn’t want the two of you to go,” Darlene continued.
She said it like she was talking about the weather. No regret. No panic. Just calm, casual cruelty.
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I looked at her. Like I really looked at her. And I saw it. The satisfaction behind her eyes. That ticket didn’t slip out the window. It was sent out the window.
I almost lost it. My fingers clenched the steering wheel hard enough to ache. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.
Instead, I breathed in, long and slow.
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“You know what?” I said, my voice sweet and calm. “Maybe you’re right. Fate has a funny way of working.”
I glanced at Jolene from the rear-view mirror. She looked frozen, unsure where to look.
I turned the car around.
“Wait, you’re not going to try to get on the flight? I’m sure the airport will…” Darlene said, her voice trailing off.
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“No,” I said, calm and clear. “You go ahead. We’ll figure something out.”
We could have doubled back to the terminal. Found a kiosk. Maybe even get the ticket reprinted. But I knew we’d miss check-in by the time we got back. And honestly?
I didn’t want Ava to remember her first trip through tears.
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Ava sniffled in the backseat. I reached back and held her hand.
“I’m going to take the car back to the rental place,” I said. “You and Jolene can take another one.”
“But… you already rented this one!” Darlene exclaimed.
“In my name,” I continued. “I don’t want any liabilities.”
“Typical,” Darlene muttered under her breath.
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“Hey, bug,” I said to Ava. “Want to get some pancakes later? Want to go on a secret adventure with Mom?”
“Can I get the dinosaur ones?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
“You bet, baby. Ronda at the diner will be so happy to see you!”
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My daughter beamed at me.
And just like that, we made a new plan.
The next few days were magic. Not the kind of magic that comes from airport gates or sun-drenched beaches. A quieter kind. Something stitched together with syrupy fingers and belly laughs.
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We had pancakes every morning. Dinosaur-shaped for Ava, chocolate chip for me. We visited the aquarium and stood silently in front of the jellyfish tank, her little hand curled into mine.
At home, we turned the living room into a sleepover den, blankets on the floor, popcorn in a bowl big enough for Ava’s toys to swim in, and glow-in-the-dark stars that we stuck to the ceiling with gummy tack.
She painted my nails (and fingers) five different colors and insisted on glitter. I let her. Even when I caught the shimmer on my pillowcase days later, I smiled instead of wiping it away.
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We were happy.
That’s what Darlene never understood. You can’t sabotage something this rooted in love. All she did was remind me how strong we were.
I didn’t tell Nolan right away. I let him think we’d made it. Let him breathe.
But when he finally texted us from his work trip… something changed.
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“How was the flight, love? Did Ava love it?! Send pics of Ava’s first time on a plane! Love you. Both.”
I sent back a selfie of Ava and me in fluffy matching robes, faces covered in sparkly sticker stars.
“Didn’t make it, Nolan. Ask your mom why. We miss you.”
The phone rang five minutes later.
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“What happened?” his voice cracked, tight and restrained.
I told him everything. The open window. The ticket. The smile.
Silence.
“She did this on purpose,” he said eventually. “I’m so sorry, Willa. I’m booking a return flight—”
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“Nolan, no,” I breathed in slowly. “Let her have her trip. Ava and I already got what we needed.”
He didn’t like it. But he understood.
“We’ll do our own trip,” he said. “Just us… I promise.”
And that? That promise was enough.
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But karma wasn’t finished with her yet.
Two days after their flight, Jolene called me, breathless.
“You will not believe this,” she said. “Mom… fell.”
She launched into it like she couldn’t say it fast enough. Darlene had been strutting through a local artisan market, silk scarf around her neck, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, when she stepped on a wet tile outside a spice shop.
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They hadn’t even made it to the Canary Islands yet, all of this had happened during a layover.
Down she went.
Jolene said that it looked like something out of a slapstick comedy. One second she was lecturing a vendor about currency conversion, the next she was on the ground, limbs tangled, tourists staring.
She sprained her wrist and shattered the screen on her phone. But that wasn’t the worst part.
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Her passport? Gone.
It had vanished somewhere between the market and the hospital. Stolen? Dropped? Nobody knew. No passport meant no flight home. Embassy visits, frantic forms, signature verifications.
Five extra days in a two-star motel that smelled like mildew and served eggs that bounced.
As for Darlene’s luggage? Rerouted to Lisbon.
When I told Nolan, he sighed.
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“Wait… so how’s she getting home?” he asked.
“She’s not,” I said, stirring my coffee. “Not for a while.”
He didn’t laugh, but his lips twitched on the video call.
“Seriously?”
“She’s at the mercy of government paperwork and bad continental plumbing.”
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“Wow,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
That was all he said. Wow.
“I’ll be home tomorrow,” he smiled. “We can take Ava to the carnival. Rob’s wife said that she’s taking their kids, too.”
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I didn’t gloat. I didn’t need to. The universe had done it for me, swift, elegant, and brutal. She wanted to control the trip? Now, she could enjoy her solo extension in what Jolene called the “European equivalent of a broom closet.”
Some things don’t need vengeance. They just need time.
Three weeks later, we were halfway through brunch — pancakes, eggs, real maple syrup, the works — when the front door creaked open without a knock.
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Darlene walked in like she still owned air rights to our house. Jolene followed a step behind, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“Smells… cozy,” Darlene said, eyeing the plate of bacon on the table. Her wrist was still wrapped in a bandage and dark circles took up residence under her eyes.
I didn’t say a word. I just moved my coffee cup closer to Ava, who was happily dunking strawberries into whipped cream.
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“We just wanted to stop by,” Darlene added, settling herself into a chair like she was the guest of honor. “Such a lovely morning for family.”
Nolan stood. Not quickly. Not angrily. Just… firmly.
“You’re not welcome here,” he said.
“Excuse me?” Darlene’s smile flickered.
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“You heard me,” he said. “You’re not welcome near Ava until you apologize for what you’ve done. And you’re not invited to anything in the future unless you start treating my wife and daughter like they matter.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was… heavy.
“You’re joking,” she scoffed, eyes darting toward Jolene, who stared at the floor.
“I’m not,” my husband said simply.
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Darlene stood up so fast that her chair scraped back like it had been burned.
“You’d throw me out?”
“I’m asking you to do better, Mom,” he said. “But until you can, yes, I’m choosing them.”
She didn’t slam the door when she left. That would’ve meant she cared enough to make noise.
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Instead, she walked out with that same frost-bitten dignity she always wore, dragging Jolene out with her.
And now? Just silence.
No Sunday calls. No little digs. Just a void where her control used to live.
And honestly? It’s the quietest peace we’ve ever known.
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