you were in London, your hometown. Joe went to America, for filming and for some football game. It was “really important”. You shrugged it off and stayed home. 4 dyys later from that, Joe got home. The door clicked close, he didn’t even say hello, just ran into the bathroom, shutting the door. You raise an eyebrow and walk after him. “Joe?” you ask walking up the stairs. You knock gently on the bathroom door. “Babe-…Joe?” he let out some sound, mumbling out “i’m fine.” after a while he comes out. He lookef like shit. “I think I caught something..”