Killing Phi. [MeanPlan - COMPLETE]

all you've got to do is say my name.

Plan didn't remember actually getting home but somehow he'd made it there.

He woke in his own bed, collapsed on top of the blankets still fully dressed. His head was pounding when he finally braved daylight, squinting his eyes open. Vague snippets of the night before flashed back to him, reddening his cheeks even in the privacy of his own room. He could still make out the man's distinctive face as if it had been scored into the backs of his eyelids. The heat of his gaze in the bar, his touch in the alleyway. Plan quivered. He could remember the desire that had swept him up in those moments, a sensation he'd never been so overwhelmed by before. His stomach turned over twice, the first time upon remembering his own misplaced confidence and the second, reliving the humiliation of being rejected on the spot.

Swinging his legs out of bed, he tried sitting upright before thinking better of it when the whole room spun and made him feel nauseous. As his battered liver debated whether or not to empty his insides out onto the carpet, Plan tried to recall what he had told the handsome stranger whose company he had enjoyed far more than anticipated. The details of their conversation remained hazy but Plan still couldn't shake the feeling that he had revealed way too much, praying that it wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass.

Reaching for the phone still safely tucked in his back pocket, Plan groaned upon discovering that it was half past eleven already, a whole morning's work wasted. Sighing, he tapped in his password.

Incorrect PIN entered.

Assuming his thumb had slipped, he inputted the numbers again.

Incorrect PIN entered.

"Huh?" he muttered to himself, brow wrinkling into a frown.

He tried a third time, the warning only re-appearing as though he was a fool. Beginning to panic, Plan continued hastily entering the four numbers that made up his birthday, expecting a different result each time. It wasn't exactly a code he could forget, hungover or not. So why wasn't it working? After his fifth attempt, the device temporarily locked him out for thirty seconds.

Plan swallowed around his confusion, casting his mind back to the previous evening. He hadn't changed it himself, that much he knew. He had no reason to and had been far too distracted by the man pursuing him to pay any attention to his phone. It had remained in his pocket throughout the duration of their time spent in the bar. The only time he remembered seeing it was...

Oh shit.

The memories flooded back to him in fragments. Standing on that street corner together, the way the man had complimented the background Plan had sketched before booking a cab on his behalf. Plan cursed himself for being so stupid, remembering how he'd given the code out himself.

Plan sucked in a gulp of air, trying to concentrate as well as calm his racing thoughts. The man had known it was his birthday even though he didn't recall mentioning that at any point throughout the evening. In fact, they hadn't touched on birthdays once.

He closed his eyes, straining to remember those last few moments for which he had been at the peak of his drunkenness. He mentally retraced their steps, being pushed against the wall, leaning in for a kiss that he had been denied, running off to avoid his embarrassment. That had been the moment, the stranger calling after him and offering his phone back with a grin plastered all over his face.

Suddenly, the exact words he had used echoed around Plan's mind.

Oh and Phi? That's your cab by the way.

Plan's blood chilled at the memory. He hadn't thought about it at the time.

Looking at them both, he never would have guessed that he was the elder of the pair.