I decided to dedicate this chapter to sorina Tomlinson as she helped me to start my 1d account on instagram.. go follow me :) @stypayhorlikson72 and my privet account - @realtears61
**Natasha's pov**
Louis and his servant walk out from his room onto the deck. The deck has a white and dark wood theme which is different to the rest of the boat, its not as modern. There are a few leaves that look like palm tree branches in pots, I guess that is the only thing that will survive on this heel hole.
"This is your privet deck sir." One of the servants say to Louis.
He is fairly handsome but defiantly to old for me. He is dressed up in a white shirt with black buttons and a small black bow tie, with a white blazer on and to top it of black dress pants. A wee bit to dressed up but what can you do?
"Will you be requiring anything?" He askes very politely.
A slight mumble comes from Louis. He shakes the wine glass he has in has hand towards the door, signalling for him to leave, Still not looking at the man who is trying to talk to him. He nods slightly getting the message and leaves to go inside but not before excusing himself.
I quickly jump away from my spot I was spying on them from, behind the curtain of the sliding glass window, and go back to what I was doing before.
I pick up one of the many art works before me.
One of my characteristics that many people do not understand is I have a passion for art. How the artist lets out all their emotions through their fingertips. Unleashing themselves and able to express themselves freely.
A lot of people think this is peculiar.
"How about this one?" A nice servant asks me.
I pick it up and stare at it for a while. It is just small enough for me to hold. My fingertips griping on either side of the canvas. I look around the room debating where to put this exquisite piece of art.
My room is rather large but it is all one dull color. Oak brown. I see some of the servants placing flowers in the room which was one of my orders to make this place look more lively.
"Would you like all of these up miss?" One of the friendlier servants ask.
"Yes, we need a little color in this room." I reply.
I see my bags coming in 1 by 1 and other servants unpacking them. I know, a lot of servants.
"Gosh, not those finger paintings again." Louis says walking in from investigating the deck. Ugh. He said it with such a tone if I could I would slap him right in the face.
"They certainly were a waist of money." He says leaning on the large door frame with wine in the other hand.
"The difference between your taste and mine is that I have some." I retaliate wanting to be harsh but from me it will never happen.
"There fascinating," I put another one down, " Like being inside a dream or something." I say in my own little dream.
"There's truth but no logic." I add.
"Whats the artists name?" My favourite servant, Rose asks.
"Something picaso?" I say still in my little dream.
"Something picaso, " Louis chuckles, " He will never become popular just you wait."
"Trust me." He quickly adds. " At least they were cheap."
He has already walked round my room and placed his glass roughly on the fire place ledge.
I quickly run into another room joined onto this one, to escape his harsh words. It is also huge and this one contains my bedding area.
Sorry it took me forever to update! so it wont happen again im going to do those goal things. That way you decide when I update. So when I get 4 votes and 8 comments is when I will update so yea!
