Babe, It's Gonna be a Revolution (Coming Soon)

I lived in a world created by society. I have lived my life in the presence of certainty. I have lived my life in the aims of attaining a job and living life comfortably with a family to love and cherish my entire life or the to live the high life, the cut throat world of business, with all the glamour and vanity that comes with it, wine induced parties and high stakes back stabbing, these were the dreams; to work hard and get money. This was my dream, the selfish endeavor for myself; because we must always think that we are worth something, we should always think that we are special and that we should always try to stand out, be known, and carve our names in history. Each day I would go to school and do my best, get the A’s that were tasked of me, to never walk out of line, live life as my parents wanted me to live, life how society dicatated how one's life should be led. I wasn’t the most popular student but I also wasn’t the most hated either, I was just in the middle, in the center, unnoticed and unmemorable, just another student waking the halls of the institution of knowledge trying to get by, someone who wanted to achieve the dream that the world prescribed to society. I never really enjoyed life, just flitted by with the hopes that one day I could make my parents proud, and make society life me, because life was supposed to be like that, it was straight, unwavering and stoic, the dream was convenient, it was supposed to be easy. My life ideal, people craved for it but I didn't.

But you came in, with your whooshing raven hair and warm glistening caramel eyes, with your ideals and spirit, your goal so virtuous so grand, to fight not because it was prescribed or willed but merely out of live of humanity. You with these unreachable goals, these unmated dreams of utopian society where each and every man was treated equally, where humanity transcended race, gender and religion. You whose tan skin glistened with sweat as you took to the streets with your signs and placards and your cries of reform and change, your zealous spirit to fight the unwanted fight, to change for the better. You with your ideas of the perfect world, the idea of perfect equality, you and your life so ever changing and fluid, you with your life so difficult and so endearing. You with your ideals, your liberated spirit and your infinite heart.

I wasn’t raised to be like you, I wasn't raised to fight the structures my parents have established for me, I wasn't raised to stand in the streets with my fist held high shouting for justice, I wasn't raised to opposse the authoritiies with placards and ideas, and I wasn't raised to love a man like you, but the thing is I do.

Cause babe, it’s gonna be a revolution, and I'll be here fighting with you.

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Ok so this is a little prologue/summary of my next big Ziall fic, I'm planning to start this after all my other fics, it's basically Niall falling in love with an activist and seeing the world in a brand new perspective, while meeting new friends and enemis along the way.

It's romantic and gritty with all the right amounts of angst and fluff.

So please comment your reactions if you're excited? intrigued? disappointed? or whatever.

And please leave a vote if you want me to start it. :D

Enjoyx