One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Pizza Wars

My first really long one!!

It's a long story. Our families had been enemies since... Well since my great grandpa Joe, who created this Pizzeria. For some reason, Ross, his best friend, stabbed him in the back when he opened up his very own pizzeria right damn next to his instead of working with my great grandpa. Then my grandma took over, and my great grandpa always told her all about the horrible things Ross' family did to him. I'm sure there is more to it than Ross just turning on him but I have yet to figure out the mystery.
My grandma had my dad, and now my dad, mom, me and two little brothers own the pizzeria, along with our aunts, uncles, and cousins. We're a huge Italian family, and loving pizza is an understatement. Next to us lives a father who owns it and his wife, a son who has a wife and a little boy, and another son. Aunts, uncles and cousins also work hard over there. Our restaurant is called Y/L/N's pizza . It's a classic Italian restaurant. However over on the other side, those Irish folks think that they can do pizza better than us. Which we all know, isn't the case. Italians cook better pizza...right?
It's 6pm on a Saturday afternoon and the restaurant is buzzing with people. I run around taking orders along with my two cousins, bringing them back to the kitchen so they can place the order. Today, a food critic is coming in to tell us how our pizza is, and to say the least we are all nervous.
The door chimes as someone walks in, and my head snaps up to find a man in a black suit strolling in, sitting down at a table. I take a deep breath, looking to my father who is in the kitchen. He gives me a subtle wink, and I take a deep breath before walking over to the man

NIALL'S POV:
It's 7pm on a Saturday afternoon, and there is a food critic coming in to tell us how our pizza is. Obviously, it's the best in town. Unlike those god awful Italians next to us. Me, my brother, and my cousin all run around, taking people's orders. The place is buzzing, so many people to take orders on and it's dinner time which makes matters even worse. The door chimes, and my head snaps up from my notes to see a man in a black suit walk in. He has brown hair slicked back and a skinny figure I notice as he walks to a table in the corner. My dad pats my shoulder, urging me on as I dust off my apron, walking over to the table. Here goes nothing.
YOUR POV:
BEST SAUCE IN TOWN.Seriously, keep up the delicious pizza.
You read the note he left, and you squealed in happiness, running over to your family as they all huddled around you. You showed them all the note and everyone cheered, as you had been wanting an achievement like this for years and you finally got it. All you needed now was great dough and cheese! And I'm sure that we could achieve that!
NIALL'S POV:
BEST CHEESE AND DOUGH IN TOWN. Keep up the outstanding pizza.

I grinned once I saw the words scribbled onto the check, and I ran into the kitchen, gathering my family all around to show them the excited news. Everyone cheered, and I swear I couldn't be any happier. This is what the restaurant has needed, we've been wanting this for a long time and finally got it. This could be the start of something great.
I look out the window, seeing the daughter in the Italian restaurant cleaning a table. I scoff to myself, rolling my eyes. We're so much better than them. And I'm so much better than her.

YOUR POV:
"Your curfew is 11! Any later and you're punished!" Your father yelled, right before you shut the door. Your father was already mad that you were taking hours off to go out with friends, but your 18! You have to live your life every once in a while.
You meet up with your best friends Mackenzie and Zoe, hopping in the car and driving away. Tonight was gonna be sick! You were going to a local beach party/ bonfire, and it was gonna be a lot of fun. You were wearing jean shorts with a cute ruffle pink top, your hair flowing down your back. Simple make up since there was water around, and you felt you were all set.
You arrived at the beach and the party was already alive. You all quickly ran down to the drinks table, settling on a can of soda instead of getting drunk, since you knew your father would kill you along with a smack or two from your mother.
You and your two friends stood a bit away from the fire, in a circle, just catching up on life
"How's college life Y/N/N?" Zoe brought up, and you told her and Mackenzie all about the college life and some of the parties you've been to. Thank god your freshman year was over and you were now in the summer into your sophomore year.
"Lookin good ladies" a guy wolf whistled to you three, and your face immediately heated up at the compliment even if he might have been drunk. Two boys followed him, the second one winked and the third one stared at you intensely. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit, trying to remember where you had seen him from. Blonde hair combed up on his head with bright blue eyes that were looking you up and down. Freckles splashed along his neck and a fairly lean yet toned body. It suddenly clicked once your eyes met yet again, and your eyes went wide with fear
"Cmon" you whispered to your friends, taking one of their hands in each of yours and pulling them further down the beach
"What was that for?! I was about to get my flirt on" Mackenzie whined then joked at the end, twirling her hair
"You don't understand!" I whisper screamed, throwing my hands up in the air
"That was Horan's kid!!" I cried out, their jaws dropping