You were part of a fierce dance group—five girls, five different ethnicities, all bold, loud, and unapologetically powerful. Every one of you got a solo track in the group’s album, and now? It was your turn.

You were Hispanic, and that meant you were about to go off in Spanish.

Your solo was split in two—half in Spanish, half in English. The English verses were raw, cutting into the people who doubted you, the ones who whispered you wouldn’t make it, said you were just “the pretty one,” just “a backup dancer.” You called them out, bar for bar, and did it with a rhythm no one could match.

But the Spanish parts?

That was your secret little rebellion.

Zayne—your sweet, lovely, handsome cardiologist boyfriend—he didn’t speak a word of Spanish. Not really. He picked up things here and there, like mi amor and ven aquí, but the rest? Completely lost on him.

So you had a little fun with it.

Between the verses hyping yourself up and tearing doubters down, you wove in slick, sultry lines—lyrics that described the nights he’d come home late and you’d still pull him in by the tie. The things you whispered in his ear that made him forget the world. The way you’d sneak kisses in the back room before shows, the mess you’d leave in hotel rooms, the way you made him beg.

Of course, not all the lyrics were spicy. Some were beautiful, emotional. You sang about your culture, your childhood, your fight to be heard. You wrapped poetry into your flow and honored the women before you.

But Zayne? He had no idea that the part he’d been nodding along to, smiling proudly with his arm around you at the premiere listening party… was you describing what you’d do to him the next time you caught him alone backstage.

And you didn’t plan on telling him either.

Not until the Spanish-speaking nurses at his hospital started humming it around him, side-eyeing and giggling, telling and sometimes translating the lyrics to him.

Zayne sat in bed, watching you practice your dance routine to the music before she pauses the song.

"Did you think you'd get away with.. speaking spanish in your song, hm princess?"