A/N: Oh how I love reviving old stories! So this story wasn't very too far into the plot because I only posted one chapter. And since it's been over a year since I updated the story I completely forgot where I wanted this story to go. However, since I love you, my glorious readers, I decided to go on with the rewrite of this fic anyway. Enjoy!

Summary: Something's odd about him, very odd. Pudd.

I carried in the next box and set it down near the door then sighed. This job is such hard work! Today I was helping to unpack my new neighbors' stuff, which is actually a much harder job than I expected. Usually whenever I helped some newcomers unpack there would be others to help. Unfortunately my co-workers were… out? Doing whatever the hell it is they do. My job, if you're wondering, is whatever the hell the City Council tells me to do. I do it because I'm in high school and I need money. My co-workers are my two long time friends, Danny Jones and James Bourne.

"Oh, Harry! Can you come here for a second?" I hear Mrs. Poynter call. I quickly jog down the hallway to see her organizing the kitchen. "Yes, um, can you put these jars on the top shelf over there and these spices in the cabinet under it please?"

"Of course ma'am." I flash a smile and she says thanks then I get right to work. I can see why she needed my help, these shelves are pretty high. I carefully place the first and second jars with minor difficulty but for the third I'm not quite sure. The third was about the size of a kid's shoe box and was pretty heavy. I balance myself on my stool and stand on my toes, trying to get the jar on the shelf when suddenly,

"MUM! I'M HOME!" A loud voice knocks me out of concentration and balance, sending me down on my bottom. I'm frightened because there's also the jar to worry about! I look to my side and the jar collides with the ground throwing large shards of glass everywhere. Some shards glided to my arm cutting it.

The kitchen door slams open and Mrs. Poynter and a young blonde man come rushing to my side. I'm still in shock; I'm still trying to process what happened.

"Oh my goodness! Harry! What happened to you?" Mrs. Poynter asked. I struggle to find the right words and it takes me about a minute to finally realize what had just happened.

"I, uh, I was put-ting the jars away l-like you asked and there was this loud screaming that frightened me and I, um, I-I lost my balance and fell?" I looked at my bleeding hand and I cringe at the pain. "Oh and uh, some glass cut my hand too."

Mrs. Poynter sighs and turns to the blonde man next to her. Who is he anyway? "Oh my goodness, Dougie would you please go get our first aid kit."

"Sure. Where is it?"

"It's in the box marked 'bathroom 2'." She instructed. He nods and leaves to get the kit. Mrs. Poynter helps me up and we make our way to the kitchen table. "I'm so sorry for this Harry; Dougie can be so careless sometimes."

"It's quite alright I guess. May I ask, was the blonde man next to you Dougie?"

She nods, "He's my son. I sent him out to find some paint swatches because we're thinking of repainting some rooms tomorrow. While on this topic do you have any suggestions?"

"How about a nice amber color for the living room? Great for three of the four seasons; autumn, winter, and summer. Though if you want it to be more lively during spring and summer add some white and green tones in your furniture." I smiled.

"You seem to know what you're doing." Mrs. Poynter says.

"Well when I was young my sister always watched these interior design shows because she wanted to be an interior designer. Since little children are more prone to catching onto something and learning easily I acquired some tips ever since."

"And your sister is she…?"

"She actually went for fashion design in her later years and now she works for a number of celebrities as their stylist."

"Well that's very nice." She smiles. Dougie returns from the living room and sets the first aid kit on the table. Mrs. Poynter starts patching up my injury."

"Um… uh, I'd like to apologize for my behavior. If it weren't for my outlandish actions this would have never happened. Please accept my apology." Dougie ends his sentence with a bow. I look at him confused… did he just speak… Japanese?

"Dougie we're not in Japan anymore remember? Now stop showing off and hold this part down for me."

"Oh, right, uh, long story short I apologize for everything I have done to you." He says while pressing on a cut. He smiled kindly at me. I smiled back.

"D-did you just speak in Japanese?" I ask. Mrs. Poynter finishes wrapping up my bandage and starts explaining. Apparently even though Dougie was born in England he grew up in Japan due to his father getting a job transfer. He lived there for a big portion of his life speaking mainly Japanese but still learning how to speak English from his parents. That's not all though after a few years in Japan, their family started traveling the world so Dougie picked up a few more languages including; French, Italian, Thai, Filipino, Spanish, and Indian. He moved back here because Dougie's parents would like him to speak more English and what better way than living in his home country?

"Now don't you start showing off again okay Dougie?" Dougie only sighed and went off. "That boy."

'Yeah, that boy…' I think to myself.