you're cold and I burn (on hold)

“You’re wrong, I actually don’t,” Louis corrects, <strong>and</strong> Niall nods in agreement, “I just enjoy the
parmesan cheese they put on it. You’ll usually catch me eating steaks <strong>and</strong> baked potatoes.”
“Man, you should’ve come earlier.” Niall pouts, “I finished eating a good hour ago <strong>and</strong> Louis
wasn’t even eating, he was like sunbathing or some shit like that.”
“I was enjoying nature.”
“Yes, that fits my characterization of you, Louis.” Zayn squints slightly, allowing his menu to
droop in his h<strong>and</strong>s, Niall throws his face directly into his h<strong>and</strong>s with an exasperated sigh.
“And just what is that characterization, then?” Louis folds his h<strong>and</strong>s onto the table, pushing his
plate over to the side. Zayn is pretty much an expert at reading body language, he can tell you
things about yourself not even you knew, but you were giving off subconsciously.
“You’re a very artistic soul, so full of beauty <strong>and</strong> very inspired by the world. You’re comfortable
with the person you are but there is this hesitation that seems to fight against your words,” He
pauses, noting the impressed expression drawn on Louis’ face, “seems to me that someone has
told you that you weren’t good enough at some point in your life. There are parts of you that are
reserved, but when it comes to the naturalistic art, you blossom.”
“Liam told you,” Louis argues, “you didn’t get all of that just by my fucking body language.”
“On the contrary, you’re a very animated <strong>and</strong> expressive person, plus I always listen very closely
to the way your voice changes when talking about specific subjects <strong>and</strong> people, I can read you
like a book.”
“Wow,” Niall mouths, “can you read everyone like that?”
“Possibly, body language is something people do when they’re unaware of it, so theoretically as
long as I can study them for just a bit, then anyone can be read. Can’t promise you it’ll be
accurate, though.”
“There’s not much to Niall,” Louis rolls his eyes, cocking his head playfully to the side. “He just
eats, jokes around, eats more <strong>and</strong> then sleeps. He’s also just generally Irish, so I bet he polka
dances in his room.”
“Okay, the only thing untrue is the dancing part, I don’t dance. But I wasn’t actually talking about
me.” Niall slides the last words together, voice going lighter, like he’s really excited about his idea.
“So then who?” Zayn asks, folding up his menu <strong>and</strong> throwing it to the side, having officially lost
interest.
“Louis,” Niall takes a short breath <strong>and</strong> Louis blinks, waiting, “You have this roommate, right?
You don’t really underst<strong>and</strong> him, like mixed signals <strong>and</strong> all that junk. Why not have Zayn come
over with us <strong>and</strong> give you some feedback on the kind of person he thinks Harry is?” Niall
finishes, <strong>and</strong> it seems like a light bulb has bloomed over Louis’ head.
“Oh fucking shit, I never thought of that.” Louis whispers, mostly to himself.
“Why not repeat that sentence <strong>and</strong> see how many more curse words you can fit in there, Louis?”
Zayn’s face looks like an accusing mother. Louis flips him the middle finger.
“Would you be up to that? I mean, if not, that’s fine, but like-“