Love is an open door

Bully

Shit. Harry noticed me gaze at him. For a split second, a smile spread across his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
"Oi why're you staring at me you melt!?" He belted across the field, his friends sniggering behind him. I shifted my gaze away and pretended not to hear, although everyone within a ten mile radius could probably Harry's deep, loud voice. God, I'm such a prissy.
"Aye Ben! Why the fuck were you starin' at me?!" Harry's voice was louder this time. I looked up without thinking, Harry was towering over me. I won't lie, the view wasn't so bad from that angle. Clearing my throat I opened my mouth to speak when he launched a kick right into my stomach, winding me immediately. I rolled onto the ground, clutching my abdomen in pain. Harry and his friends were now laughing, calling me names and or slurs. More kicks and punches flew at me from all directions. Ah, one right on my crotch. How convenient.
After ten minutes of this, the bell rang, and I let out a relieved sigh as the boys all walked away, all but one. Harry. He watched me struggle to sit up, the corners of his mouth slightly creeping up, not in a mocking way, but a...suggestive way?
"Pathetic but cute nonetheless.." he mumbled under his breath, his lips looked so kissable, I wanted to leave my live bites all over his body, so he would be mine. Alas, he was a bully.