"Guys! Y/N not with us! I have to go back!" Luke shouted as he turns around and found you squatting, covering your head with your hands. He scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the van. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry." "No. I should be sorry. I shouldn't have let go of your hands." he sigh and kiss your forehead, holding you tight in his arms.