"I know the real you, Zayn, and this isn't it." The air around Zayn and I is becoming thicker and thicker the more we stand here, and it feels as if the walls of the closet are closing in around us. "Nobody knows the real me, Kolby, and that's the way I want it. Now get out of my way." I scoff as he moves past me, jiggling the knob to the closet. "It's locked," I mumble, "just like your heart."All Rights Reserved