Silhouette - Tom Odell

Silhuette

Hello,

Some of you might know me from an other (German) fanfiction page. I did mostly release fanfiction about "Kraftklub". I also did an Advent calendar project with two other incredible authors within this fandom.
Last year in early 2017 I wrote an one-shot of Tom Odell and released it. Unfortunately it was only in German. It took a while but now I want you to read it in English. I translated it ( with a little  help from deepl.com) and I'm really curious what you think about it. I hope you like it.
Please let me know what you think. And please be gentle it's my first ever released story in English. ;-D
xo fiktiongirl

P.S: If you wanna read the German version just klick here: https://www.fanfiktion.de/s/58d3fca900073eefe4e1d17/1/Silhouette-Tom-Odell
P. P. S.:  the picture is just a screenshot of the official silhouette video by Tom Odell. I don't know Tom, all his reactions and words he says are fiction.

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Clichés arise from real events. England truly is one of them. If it's not raining, it's foggy. The best is both in a row on an ice-cold second Advent Sunday in December. My umbrella is broken and already landed some time ago in the garbage can, my jacket has of course no hood and therefore my clothes are soaking wet.
The German phrase 'wet to the bones' hits it very effectively. My teeth clang together and to make matters worse I got lost in the middle of London. The British don't think road signs are necessary. I'd like to call a cab, but my cell phone battery's as dead as a doornail. Apparently this area as well, because nowhere is a light to be seen, but it is already dark.
In the distance I finally recognize people. They're getting into a car and walking back into a house. I order my frozen legs to walk faster.
It's a blonde woman and a man who are probably buckling up their children, I can tell by her bent posture.
I'll just ask them how to get to the nearest subway. From there all I have to do is get back to my hotel.
The woman closes the car door and jerks as she sees me, who probably looks like a walking waterfall. The rain has stopped, but I don't even notice it, because I'm so wet from head to toe.

"Hhhhello. Could you-you tttteeelll mmmeee..." My teeth are clattering so much that can't even speak properly anymore. Even with the greatest effort. Two men appear in the doorway. One of them is the person I've already seen from the distance. "Steph?" The undertone is unmistakable. I would also wonder if everything is okay if I met myself in this state.
"I think someone here needs help. Come on, let's go down the hall. You're soaking wet. Did you get into the rain shower?" She gently pulls me by my arm and then I stand in the corridor. One man has dark hair and a jacket on. The other one a purple dark plaid shirt and blonde hair.

"Hhhhhheeellloo," that's all I can say.

"Are you all right? Did something happen to you? Are you injured?" I shake my head, I look at a woman named Steph. I kind of like her.

'You can trust her,' says this voice in my head, which has accompanied me like a silhouette for over past two years. It's just a mind trick.

"I'm a little lost."

Out of the car sounds baby screaming. The parents look at each other in panic and then at the guy next to me.

He looks at me in a piercing way. He has beautiful blue eyes, almost like- no, don't think about it!

"Go on. Go on, Andy. The fog is getting thicker and thicker and the little ones have to go to bed. I'll call the lady here a taxi. She doesn't look like a psychopath,' he talks to the others, but looks at me. I shake my head in indignation. Water drops fall to the floor.

"I'll call you. Bye."

They're gone and I didn't even notice the front door was closed. I get big eyes and a shrug. Before wild thoughts about murderers and knives get ready, the young man says: "So you're lost?"