One boy, one direction.
Meets one girl, going in the other direction. Him going through tough times, while coping with a loss of a brother and having mental instability from being a childhood Popstar.
Allison Roberts, a 21 year old female. Working...
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Allison's POV
The night of October 16th, 2024 was the worst night of the One Direction fandom, Directioners, and family and friends, lives.
Liam Payne, former One Direction star, dies at 31 from a fall in hotel, in Argentina. I just looked at the article. I read it over and over maybe five times. What in the fuck?!
I ran downstairs hurriedly and my Ma and grandmother were downstairs.
"You guys know Liam Payne?" I asked and felt like crying, my childhood crush, my childhood celebrity... One of my favorite people...
They looked at me and nodded, "Yes, from One Direction?" Grandma asks and I nodded and I looked back down at my phone.
"He died!? It was not even 50 minutes ago." I said and just looked at them shocked.. How.. Why?!
I bet all the fans were wondering how and why. Most were probably bawling their eyes out.
Liam's family?!..
"What how?!" Grandma said and I gave her my phone and she just looks at it wide eyed.
"Oh my gosh.." They both said and I just fiddled with my hands. Trying not to cry.
Gram hugged me tightly and Ma did too and I took deep breathes.
The next couple weeks felt like a blur. I kept checking my phone on updates. So many inconveniences to his death. So many false alarms about him returning home. Then a break in the case happened.
They arrested those involved, the truth still hadn't came out, yet. But people suspected, were arrested. And Liam was repatriated back to Wolverhampton, UK. To have his services which went smoothly.
I was isolating myself to the point that I almost never went downstairs, only to use the bathroom and take a shower and get something to snack on.
My family was worried for me. All I did was watch TV and play on my phone. I didn't even go downstairs for Christmas.
"Allison Susan Roberts! Get your ass down here NOW!" My grandmother screamed and I just laid there and she came storming up and I looked at her.
"Your siblings need you down here, we need you down their baby girl." She said and sat on my bed, pausing the show I was watching, actually I didn't even know what was happening because I wasn't even paying attention.
I just looked at her. "You know what, I'll be right back." She said pissed.
She goes downstairs and I heard her talking to someone. Then she comes back upstairs.
"Yes, January 8th, 10:30am, got it, thanks!" She said and hung up.
"You have a Psych Eval January 8th at 10:30am. Now get your ass downstairs for your siblings." When I didn't move she grabbed me by my arms and dragged me downstairs and sat me on the couch.
