The sudden death of former One Direction member Liam Payne shocked the entertainment world, leaving fellow stars devastated, including an artist he once collaborated with on a major project.
Tributes from fellow stars continue to pour in as the entertainment world mourns the loss of Liam Payne, who tragically died at 31 after falling from a hotel balcony in Buenos Aires, Argentina, on October 16.
Music producer Zedd was heartbroken and shared his grief on X (formerly Twitter) even though he couldn’t believe the news.
TV personality and DJ Paris Hilton also expressed sadness as she ended her tweet with “RIP my friendđ„ș.”
More musicians honored Payne with heartfelt condolences. Rapper Flavor Flav kept his message short but heartfelt acknowledging that the musician was too young to die.
British DJ and songwriter Jonas Blue also said farewell on the same platform as he posted a picture of himself and Payne.
Anne Twist, Harry Styles’ mother, reacted to Payne’s death with a heartbroken emoji on a black background on Instagram. In her caption, she wrote, “Just a boy ⊠đ.”
Singer-songwriter Charlie Puth shared his heartbreak on his Instagram (IG) Story as he reminisced about the kind of person Payne was to him.
In another IG Story, an upset Puth shared an old photo of him and Payne smiling at each other.
Just weeks before his passing, the late English musician supported Niall Horan by attending the Irish singer and songwriter’s concert on October 3.
Payne was excited to go to the concert and shared a Snapchat photo of Horan performing, captured from the large screen.
In another picture he shared, he captured the audience with their phones held up and the purple-lit stage as he was proud of his friend.
He also shared a backstage photo with Horan, where Payne wore a dark-colored jacket over a light-colored t-shirt while his famous pal sported a striped shirt. Both looked in good spirits.
Before attending Horan’s concert, Payne had celebrated his 31st birthday on August 29. He wrote about his simple wish for the day in a post as he walked alone on the street in a gray hoodie.
While tributes continue to pour in, authorities are still investigating the circumstances of Payne’s tragic death. According to TMZ, Payne fell from the third-floor balcony of the CasaSur Palermo Hotel.
Earlier that day, hotel staff called emergency services after he was reportedly acting erratically in the lobby, smashing a laptop and needing to be carried back to his room.
Alberto Crescenti, the director of Buenos Aires Emergency Medical Services, told ABC News that emergency services arrived at 5:11 p.m., just a few minutes after the hotel’s call. Unfortunately, there was no possibility of saving Payne, whose identity was only confirmed after he was pronounced dead.
Crescenti added that Payne’s body was found in the hotel’s inner courtyard. He further explained to the local media outlet TN that the singer fell from a height of 13 to 14 meters (42 to 45 feet) and described his injuries as “very serious” and “incompatible with life.”
Before the incident, Payne traveled to Argentina with his girlfriend, Kate Cassidy, for a vacation besides attending Horan’s concert. However, his girlfriend reportedly left on October 14, while Payne remained behind.
With his recent death, Payne is survived by his son, Bear, whom he shares with singer Cheryl Cole. The couple confirmed they were expecting their first child in November 2016, with Bear born in 2017.
In a 2018 interview, Payne discussed the joys and challenges of fatherhood. He said, “I always wanted to be a young dad, but I didn’t really expect that I’d ever be in this place.”
Payne also humorously referred to himself as “Dada Montana” as he balanced his music career with being a parent. Before becoming a dad, he gained fame at 16 when he joined the One Direction boy band.
The group was launched on “The X Factor,” alongside Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik. Payne played a key role in their global success until the band disbanded in 2015.
The entertainment industry continues to mourn the loss of a beloved artist, with fellow stars remembering his talent and kindness. Our prayers go out to his family and all the fans who loved him.
My Husband Purchased First Class Seats for Himself and His Mother, Leaving Me and the Children in Economy â I Taught Him a Severe Lesson
My entitled husband booked first class for himself and his mom, leaving me in economy with the kids. But I wasnât going to just sit back. I made sure his âluxuryâ experience had a little turbulence, turning his flight into a lesson he wonât forget.
Iâm Sophie and let me tell you about my husband, Clark. You know the workaholic, always stressed type, who probably thinks his job is the center of the universe? Donât get me wrong, I get it, but hello? Being a mom isnât exactly a spa day either. Anyway, he really outdid himself this time. You ready for this?
Okay, so we were supposed to be visiting his family for the holidays last month. The whole point was to relax, bond as a family, and give the kids some fun memories. Simple enough, right?
Clark volunteered to book the flights, and I thought, âGreat, one less thing for me to worry about.â
Oh, how naive I was.
âClark, honey, where are our seats?â I asked, juggling our toddler on one hip and a diaper bag on the other. The airport was a maze of stressed-out families and businesspeople rushing to their gates.
Clark, my dear husband of eight years, was busy tapping away on his phone. âOh, um, about thatâŠâ he mumbled, not even looking up.
I felt a knot forming in my stomach. âWhat do you mean, âabout thatâ?â
He finally pocketed his phone and gave me that sheepish grin Iâd come to dread.
âWell, I managed to snag an upgrade for me and Mom to first class. You know how she gets on long flights, and I really need to catch up on some peaceful restâŠâ
Wait. An upgrade for just the two of them? I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. It didnât come.
âSo, let me get this straight,â I snapped. âYou and your mother are sitting in first class, while Iâm stuck in economy with both kids?â
Clark had the audacity to shrug. The nerve of this guy. Argh.
âAh, câmon. Stop being a drama queen! Itâs just a few hours, Soph. Youâll be fine.â
As if on cue, his mother Nadia appeared, designer luggage in tow. âOh, Clark! There you are. Are we ready for our luxurious flight?â
She smirked as if sheâd won an Olympic medal and I swear I couldâve melted under her gaze.
I watched as they sauntered off towards the first-class lounge, leaving me with two cranky kids and a growing desire for revenge.
âOh, itâll be luxurious alright,â I muttered, a delicious, petty plan brewing in my head. âJust you wait.â
As we boarded the plane, I couldnât help but notice the grim difference between first class and economy. Clark and Nadia were already sipping champagne while I struggled to fit our carry-on into the overhead bin.
âMommy, I want to sit with Daddy!â our five-year-old whined.
I forced a smile. âNot this time, sweetie. Daddy and Grandma are sitting in a special part of the plane.â
âWhy canât we sit there too?â
âBecause Daddyâs a special kind of jerk.â
âWhat was that, Mommy?â
âNothing, honey. Letâs get you buckled in.â
As I settled the kids, I caught a glimpse of Clark reclining in his spacious seat, looking all too pleased with himself. Thatâs when I remembered I had his wallet. Yep! Hereâs how!
As we navigated the security checkpoint earlier, I subtly lagged behind. While Clark and Nadia were engrossed in a conversation, I discreetly slipped my hand into his carry-on. I quickly located his wallet, slipped it into my bag, and resumed my place in line as if NOTHING had happened. Smart, right? I know! I know!
Okay, so back to where we left off. A wicked grin spread across my face as I watched Clark. This flight was about to get a lot more interesting.
Two hours into the flight, my kids were asleep, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. Thatâs when I saw the flight attendant approaching the first-class cabin with a tray of gourmet meals. Yum!
It was like watching a dog drool over a juicy steak while I was stuck with airline pretzels.
I watched as Clark ordered the most expensive items on the menu, complete with top-shelf liquor, indulging in every luxury available.
âWould you like anything from the snack cart, maâam?â another flight attendant asked me.
I smiled. âJust water, please. And maybe some popcorn. I have a feeling Iâm about to watch quite a show.â
The attendant looked confused but obliged.
As expected, about thirty minutes later, I saw Clark frantically searching his pockets. The color drained from his face as he realized his wallet was missing.
I couldnât hear what was being said, but his body language told me everything. The flight attendant was standing firm, hand outstretched, waiting for payment.
Clark was gesturing wildly, his voice rising just enough for me to catch snippets.
âBut Iâm sure I had it⊠Canât we just⊠Iâll pay when we land!â
I sat back, munching on my popcorn. The in-flight entertainment had nothing on this. Jeez, this was EPIC!
Finally, the moment Iâd been waiting for arrived. Clark, looking like a scolded schoolboy, made his way down the aisle to economy class. And to me!
âSoph,â he whispered urgently, crouching next to my seat. âI canât find my wallet. Please tell me you have some cash.â
I put on my best-concerned face. âOh no! Thatâs terrible, honey. How much do you need?â
He winced. âUh, about $1500?â
I nearly choked on my water. âThousand five hundred bucks? What on earth did you order? The blue whale?!â
âLook, it doesnât matter,â he hissed, glancing nervously back at first class. âDo you have it or not?â
I made a show of rummaging through my purse. âLetâs see⊠Iâve got about $200. Will that help?â
The look of desperation on his face was priceless. âItâs better than nothing, I guess. Thanks.â
As he turned to leave, I called out sweetly, âHey, doesnât your mom have her credit card? Iâm sure sheâd be happy to help!â
The color drained from Clarkâs face as he realized heâd have to ask his mother to bail him out. This was better than any revenge I could have planned.
The rest of the flight was delightfully awkward. Clark and Nadia sat in stony silence, their first-class experience thoroughly ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a newfound joy.
As we began our descent, Clark made one more trip back to economy.
âSoph, have you seen my wallet? Iâve looked everywhere.â
I put on my most innocent face. âNo, honey. Are you sure you didnât leave it at home?â
He ran his hands through his hair, frustration evident. âI couldâve sworn I had it at the airport. This is a nightmare.â
âWell,â I said, patting his arm, âat least you got to enjoy first class, right?â
The look he gave me could have curdled milk. âYeah, real enjoyable.â
As he skulked back to his seat, I couldnât help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Lesson learned!
After the flight, Clark was looking as sour as a lemon. Nadia had wisely disappeared into the restroom, probably to avoid the look on his face. I couldnât blame her. It was one of those classic âif looks could killâ moments, and Clarkâs mood wasnât improving.
âI canât believe I lost my wallet,â Clark muttered, patting down his pockets for the tenth time.
âAre you sure you didnât leave it in first class?â I asked, doing my best to keep a straight face.
He shot me a glare. âI already checked. Twice.â
I bit my lip, holding back the grin threatening to break free. This was too good.
âMaybe it fell out during one of those fancy meals they served you.â
âVery funny, Soph. This isnât a joke. Thereâs gotta be a way to track it down.â
He then let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. âI just hope someone didnât pick it up and run off with it. All our cards are in there.â
âYeah, that would suck!â
As Clark continued to grumble about his missing wallet, I casually zipped my purse shut, keeping my little secret tucked safely inside. I wasnât about to let him off the hook just yet.
Besides, there was something oddly satisfying about watching him squirm a little after ditching us for first class.
As we walked out of the airport, I couldnât help but feel a little giddy. Iâd keep the wallet hidden for a while longer and treat myself to something nice with his card before handing it back. A little creative justice never hurt anyone!
So, fellow travelers, remember: if your partner ever tries to upgrade themselves and leave you behind, a little creative justice might just be the ticket to a happier journey. After all, in the flight of life, weâre all in this together⊠economy or first class.
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