I was born in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, which is outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. On October 29, 1997, Bobby, my brother, and Bob, my father, went to a Philadelphia Flyers vs. St. Louis Blues game in Philadelphia. Bobby's favorite player at the time was Brett Hull, so they were not missing this game. When they came home, from the game, Bobby went to bed and my Dad went to a local bar, drank too much, and got intoxicated. He then came home and accused my mom of trying to buy drugs and beat her, because she denied it. Mom was put in the hospital with extensive bruises and broken bones for almost two weeks. Dad, on the other hand, well he ran from the police. Bobby and I went to a neighbor's house during the time she was in the hospital. When my mom came home she decided to put me in foster care, because she didn't want me running from the police my whole life and knew that I would not remember any of it. So I moved in with a family, the Boltons, in Wolverhampton, England. We lived next door to a family called the Paynes. I had 2 older brothers named Rick and Jared. I became best friends with the neighbor Liam Payne and we did everything together. When I got older I decided that I had fallen for the boy next door.
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